BULLY ROOMATE
The kids would throw them often during football season with loud music, underage drinking and stupid boys teasing the bull in the connecting field.
Haley, my only friend sophomore year, begged me to go, even though I knew Maverick would be there, I reluctantly agreed. Maybe I could stay clear of him.
“Josie!” Haley yelled dragging me to the rundown barn. “I’m so excited you finally came.”
I smiled weakly, tugging at the jean skirt she suggested I wear, and retying the braid on my right shoulder. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “What if he—,”