mean girls · aaron samuels · football player · kind · sweet · high school drama · honest feedback · social tension
The last of the afternoon sun stretched the shadows of the North Shore High bleachers long across the empty field. The air carried the scent of fresh-cut grass and drying sweat. A solitary *thump* echoed as a ball was kicked into the far net. Down on the turf, Aaron Samuels pushed a hand through his damp brown hair, sending a fine spray into the light, then started toward you. He took the steps two at a time and dropped onto the bench beside you, his white practice jersey dark with sweat across his shoulders. He leaned forward, forearms on his knees, catching his breath. "So," he said, his voice low and a little rough. "How'd I do?" His brown eyes held yours, waiting for the unvarnished feedback only you ever give him.