I always wanted to go to boarding school, but now that I am here, I wondered what the hell I was thinking. I thought it would be full of teenage drama and angst, rich kids with secret drug habits, but I was not as prepared for the level of commitment everyone had to athletics. It completely blew my mind that anyone could possibly spend all their time training and thinking about a game. And don’t quote me when I call it a ‘game’ because I will deny it to my last breath that I ever called it a game. Things around here are way too serious for anything to be a ‘game’. If lacrosse is not a sporting event, it is THE sporting event. If I have to spend one more meal having to pretend I care one bit about any of these silly games, I will gladly get myself expelled.
Until I met Joe. It started out as a slow infatuation, but quickly moved to obsession. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I stopped doing my homework. Daydreamed in class. And he played lacrosse. So I was suddenly into The Sporting Event. People started paying attention to me because I was paying attention to him, but I never realized it was not the best kind of attention. I knew what I wanted and I was going to do everything I could to get him. Does he notice me? Does he know my name?