” He tossed the ball to me, then took off running, sprinting in a zigzag pattern. You’ve been whining about how bad you want a shot at Nell since seventh grade. “Which means you’ve had a week to plan this shit. She literally just turned sixteen like a week ago. He’d have my balls on his desk if I had asked her out. And besides, you know what happened with Mr. I just haven’t had the right opportunity. We’d both gotten out of class early since we had phys ed sixth period, and Coach Donaldson was the gym teacher. ” We were tossing a ball back and forth on the field as we waited for the other guys to dress out. “You’re too f**king chicken,” he goaded me. Malcolm was built like me, short and stocky and muscular, and he had a huge seventies-style afro that he cultivated carefully, figuring if he had to be the only black guy on an all-white, rural community football team, he might as well look the part. When are you gonna man up and ask her out?” Malcolm was the only black guy on the varsity team, our fastest runner, our star running back, and the third part of our team’s All-State power trio, along with Kyle, the QB, and me, the wide receiver. You’ve had a crush on Nell Hawthorne for-fricking-ever. ” I gave Malcolm Henry a hard shove, and he stumbled away.
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