“Luna and I are juniors, little freshman. But I won’t hold it against you.”
Reagan rolled her eyes. She hated being young sometimes. She felt older than eighteen after all she’d been through, but people often saw her as a baby.
“Lucky me. How did you know I’m a freshman?”
“Well, you’re alone, and I’ve never seen you here before. I come to all the practices and games so I can see my Luna.”
“Even though she appears to hate you?” Reagan watched the girl he called Luna and saw that she never looked up at the stands though a few of the other girls did. Davis clapped when Luna kicked the ball into the net, even though they were just warming up.
“She doesn't hate me. Besides, love and hate ride a thin line, don’t you think?” He looked at Reagan as he said it.
“Uh, I guess. I haven't had much experience with love, but I do have a roommate that I can confidently say I hate.”
“What’s her name?” Davis turned toward her, giving her his full attention.
“Lydia McNamara. She tried to get a transfer, but, of course, all incoming freshman have to stay where they’re assigned for the first semester.”
“I feel like I know that name from somewhere, but I don’t know where. You could hang with Luna and me.”
Reagan's brow went up. “You’re anand? She won't even look at you!”
He laughed. “I like you, Reagan. I told you Luna doesn't hate me. We’re friends, destined to be lovers. She’s my soulmate.”
Reagan shook her head. “I don't understand you.”
“That’s okay,” he said as he turned back to the field. “There’s a learning curve with me, for sure.”
