Sixteen hours till the game. His team spectated bitterly from the bleachers as football players dominated the campus’s only field. "Now what?" Scott, their captain, sounded grim. Alec eavesdropped on Scott’s exchange with Pierce, a striker, perched discre...
Jordan ~ I watched as Danny silently set up the little cups of paint. He washed and dried my foot and ankle, then ran a razor over it. We were good friends, but we didn’t spend a lot of time talking when I was in the chair. He felt he couldn’t concentrate...
Jace~ “Hey Jace, whatcha doin tonight?” Jordan’s voice called from his room across the hall. He dragged out the words in a slow, irritating manner.“Have date,” I shouted back, busily cramming my history book under the bed—wouldn’t need that again until th...
