The weekend goes by uneventful, mainly because I sleep through half of it, but then Monday comes, and things start to look better because I don’t see Niall until lunch.
Then, as always, it all goes to shit. And it starts with Chris.
"Do you have some time before practice?" he asks me as soon as he sits down at the table next to me.
"Uh, I have like half an hour, why?" I answer, looking at Jake for some reason.
"Because I need to interview you for the school magazine. You know I told you about it. Like, we’re doing a spread about the two captains and stuff."
I roll my eyes. Not at Chris, but at the fact that I have to be on the fucking cover of the school magazine with Niall.
"Does anyone even read the magazine?" I ask.
Chris nods. "A few do."
"Alright. Where do you want to meet?"
"In the bleachers is fine, I’m going to ask you some questions and I’m going to record your answers and then pick out the best."
"Okay."