Chapter 8
All that weekend, I thought about Annabel. She intrigued me. And something else.
Rolly and I did the show, (We named the show 'Anger Management' because it saved me. And it expresses life. And it sounds good besides) then went to breakfast, as usual, Rolly talked about the girl who punched him, as usual. I partially zoned out, thinking about Annabel and wondering if she listened.
"Owen, snap out of it!"
"What?"
"Dude, you've been staring blankly at your bacon. What's up?"
"Nothing. Just thinking about a girl I met on Friday. I gave her a ride home. She's really cool, and I'm hoping she listened to the show. Her name's Annabel."
"And you like her." Not a question.
"No. I'm hoping I can get to know her."
"The same way I want to get to know her."
"I don't think so."
"That's ok. You will."
