On Monday, Chris and I will be seniors starting our last fall baseball league. After this weekend, life changes-my life and Chris’s. Mimicking him, I shift back in the chair, extend my legs, and fold my hands over my stomach. Not a dog because she’ll be excited someone gave her a bone. Attractive enough so she won’t fall for you.

He slouches in his seat, tosses the paper into the pile of numbers we’ve collected over the evening, and tugs his Bullitt County High baseball cap over his brown hair. ” There’s no way I’ve gotten this far to have Chris outdo me. I’ve tasted everything-the freedom of hot summer air in the Jeep with the panels down, the peace of dark country roads leading to the interstate, the exciting glow of city lights as we took the thirty-minute drive into Louisville, and, lastly, the mouthwatering taste of a greasy fast-food taco at midnight.Ĭhris raises the phone number like a referee holding up the glove of the prize champion. It’s about enjoying our last Friday night before school begins. Tonight isn’t about phone numbers or girls. The rest of our group howls with laughter and someone pats me on the back. Shouldn’t she be having an epiphany right about now? If not, can she find some self-respect and tell Chris to beat it?Įvery single muscle on the back of my neck tenses as Taco Bell Chick giggles, writes something on a piece of paper, and slides it over to him. I chose her because she called us redneck losers when we ordered.Ĭhris rests his arms on the counter, inching closer to the girl, as I sit at the table and watch the tragedy unfold. Taco Bell Chick blushes when Chris winks at her. Too bad Chris owns a grin that melts the hearts of all girls, including the ones with boyfriends. The more we succeeded, the more momentum the game gained. Then I dared him to ask the girl at the batting cages for her number. First, Chris dared me to ask the girl in line at the movies for her number. What started as a simple dare twisted into a night-long game. My best friend is seconds from scoring a phone number from the chick working the Taco Bell counter, placing him in the lead. And because of my personal philosophy, this moment sucks.

It’s not the style of anyone who wants to play in the majors.

Katie mcgarry dare you to