Blake’s POV

If there was one thing I hated more than math tests and my mother’s lecture voice, it was being reminded of my worst moments in front of other people.

Which was exactly what my friends were doing.

We were out on the practice field behind the school, tossing a football back and forth while the rest of the campus buzzed with pep rally energy. Music thumped faintly from the gym. Someone was already testing the speakers and it sounded like the bass was trying to punch its way ...