After we lost, I tried to talk to him. I put my hand on his shoulder, and I honestly meant it when I said, “Sorry, man.”He shoved it off. “I don’t need your pity, and I don’t need you to save my ass. I don’t need you at all.”I hate to admit it, but I fought back tears. “Garret…”“Leave me the hell alone.” It stung, and my next word came out angry. “Fine.”And then he walked away, probably to see Keira, to drown himself in her intoxicating mysteriousness. Dallas dragged me to his car after that to fulfill my promise to go to his party. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could save Garret from this shame. As I down another beer, I can still see him reaching up with one hand to catch. The ball bounced out of his palm and tumbled to the ground right as the buzzer sounded. He must have misjudged the force, and instead of catching with two hands he got cocky. Serves him right. I shouldn’t be thinking like that, but I can’t help it after what he said to me. It’s like a sign, a manifestation that things have changed forever.
