Everyone is talking about the game.
- How I made a 3-pointer to tie us up
- How Steph got fouled and went to the free throw line
- How Steph missed both her shots
- How we went into overtime
- How Jamie and I both missed easy shots from the corner
- How they stole the ball and made an easy layup
- How we couldn’t make a basket to save our lives and the buzzer sounded.
- And it was all over.
Mark came up to me in English and said how sorry he was. I didn’t even care. I couldn’t even look at him. Even when he squeezed my arm. I felt nothing.
I just wanted to get away. But I knew if I did, it would be worse. So I sucked it up and went to my classes.
I told Dad to save the tape because I want to review it when I’m ready. Figure out what happened. Why we acted like we were playing in quicksand.
Everyone is being so nice and everything. I almost wish they’d be mean because all the niceness makes me want to cry.
Chris wanted to take me out for ice cream. I told him I wasn’t a kid anymore, that I wasn’t going to forget about the game just because he offered a DQ banana split blizzard with extra chocolate sauce. He goes I know you’re not a kid and you handled the loss like a pro and could we go get ice cream anyway? I asked if his friends were coming and he goes do you want them to and I said no and he said fine, they won’t come.
I said okay. I’d go.
I actually had a good time. Chris told me about big games he’d lost and made me laugh about some of the mistakes he made.
Still, I had seen this as my big chance. A way to let people know I was more than just the girl who wrote that blog and kissed her pillow.
And I blew it.