Chapter Twelve

We got home from the party later than I was expecting. I was dead tired and wanted nothing more than to fall into my bed and sleep until noon, but I knew my dad would want me up bright and early to train all day for the competition.

When my dad pulled into the driveway, the headlights illuminated the wide eyes of Amy sitting on our stairs. She looked timid, her left arm grasping her opposite elbow as she half-smiled into the blinding light.

“What is she doing here?” I mumbled as I jumped out of the car.

There was a part of me that was mad. Mad that she missed my party, mad that she was ignoring me, and mad that she could be mad at me for this long as I’ve actively been trying to fix things with her.

“Hey,” Amy said as she approached me. She seemed shy; nervous.