CARLA
"That guy is weird as fuck." Brian scoffed, as we shuffled through the pile of students cramming the hallway.
"Weird. Crazy. Obnoxious. You name it and you'll be right. He's all that and more." Smith replied.
He had his arm around my shoulder, keeping me from brushing against any of the students. A single strapped bag hung off his other shoulder and his gym shirt was hanging on the same shoulder too.
We just got off the field. After Dawson's interruption, Smith and his teammates stayed and practiced an extra hour.
As much as I wanted to go find Dawson and maybe talk to him, I couldn't leave the field. I had promised Smith I would watch. I didn't wanna break my promise.
Also, Dawson just might not appreciate my concern. With the way he's been ignoring me, I thought it was be
