I consider asking Mel,
who has picked me up from
the gym to
attend the float committee
meeting she signed me up for
without even asking.
She says that she won’t let me
miss out on my senior year
even if she has to tie me up with a rope
and throw me in her trunk.

It’s just easier to go with her.

She is talking about some guy
in her physics class who may or may
not ask her out.

“What do you think of TJ?” she asks.

“Who?”

“TJ, duh. He’s totally cute and if you
tried talking to him he might get up
the nerve to ask you out.”

I shrug. “Not my type.”

Mel laughs at this. “How do you
even know what your type is unless
you actually communicate with a
male besides your dad and your coach?”

She has a point.

“Will you try talking to him tonight?”
She pushes out her bottom lip
and lets her chin quiver. “For me?”

“Tonight?”

“Yep! I signed him up too!”

I should have known.