“Let’s have breakfast tomorrow or meet up somewhere else so we can talk about it.” “Yeah, I’d like that. Thanks, man.” “Hey, you helped me with Blakely. I might as well return the favor.” I press my hand to my heart and say, “Jesus, fuck, I think that’s the first time you’ve ever admitted that.” “And it will be the last.” He offers me a fist bump and takes off, leaving me alone in the locker room. At least one of my friends can admit to my hard work. I knew I always liked Halsey the most.
