eighty-five. [Laughing a bit too loud.]
Going to a soccer game isn’t exactly Virginia’s favourite way to spend a Saturday, but she’s there anyway on account of how Lucas invited her and she’s almost his girlfriend and you don’t refuse when your almost-boyfriend asks you out. So she’s a little bit bored, but that’s all right because Lucas is holding her hand [in public!] and she’s good at daydreaming away boredom. She’s just putting her bridesmaids in lavender when the crowd starts to cheer. It seems St Dom’s has won, but Lucas is scowling.
“Stupid queer,” he mutters. “I’d rather we not won at all.”
Virgina frowns.
“Stupid queer,” he mutters. “I’d rather we not won at all.”
Virgina frowns.