Three days in and nothing was going the way she’d hoped it would. She’d heard from Britney and Celia—via Jay and Todd—what had happened in phys ed that afternoon, the girls nearly breaking the school’s hundred-metre record getting to Willa with the story: Keegan Fraser grandstanding in front of everybody, catching Wynn off-guard, making him look like a fool in front of Coach Cameron and the rest of the class. “He purposely held back,” said Britney, “stumbling around on the field before pouring on the juice. It’s like he was rubbing Wynn’s face in it.” Willa hadn’t been planning to see Wynn until after soccer tryouts that day but, having heard the story, she’d gone looking for him and found all three guys on their way to the field. She’d expected Wynn to be annoyed, but she’d never seen him so angry. “I hope the prick shows up this afternoon,” he’d seethed. “I’m gonna run his fucking ass into the goddamn ground!” According to Jay, Coach Cameron had made a point of asking Fraser to come to tryouts, which had only increased Wynn’s humiliation.
