CHAPTER TEN
ELLA
I’ve pictured moments-a fancy word for wishful thinking in my case-where I’d find myself with the boy I like but none of it has ever felt as surreal as now. A rooftop with the starless night above us, a bunch of drunk teenagers down below and I’m not freaking out like this morning. The butterflies in my stomach are present of course-the good kind. What amazes however is how smooth the conversation is flowing between us. We talked about many things- town’s founding party, the bookstore and well, mostly school.
“So any sports?” He questions.
“I’m not very athletic,” I chuckle. To be more honest, I don’t think I ever let the idea of participating in any of the school sports cross my mind before.
“Never tried any?” He raises an eyebrow.
“I’ve never really been intereste
