“Maybe she’s his lucky charm . . .” she says to the group. “Nah, if anything, it’s his first goal jersey.” I pluck the thick material. All three stare at me. “What?” Do I have something on my face? “He gave you that jersey?” Micky asks. Raleigh points at what I’m wearing. “That’s his first goal jersey?” “He didn’t give it to me. It’s just to borrow for the game,” I explain. “Oh girl. Come on.” Birdie’s mouth tips up on one side as she smirks at me. “No, it’s not like that.” I shake my head adamantly. “No, girl it is that. Plain and simple,”
