You put your bag down on the wooden bleachers. You can't shake the uncomfortable feeling. You see the girls act so normal, as if they arent exposed. You wish you could be like them.
There's a group of boys, you remember the cute ones names from the icebreaker game you all played earlier. There was one, Parker. Blonde, tan, stand offish. You find yourself staring at him. Studying.
He catches you staring.
Suddenly, you are all too aware of yourself. You straighten your posture, close your legs, and suck in your tummy. He looks down and then away. His eyes wide.
Somethings wrong.