Craig is my boyfriend. He's throwing down for his football tournament happening in June. He loves me like a King loves his Queen- with worship, reverence, and the stars. He's beyond the golden boy: he glistens. "Ethy!" Craig calls. He waves me down as I enter the field. The whistle screeches; Craig whips his head back to the field. He dashes to the football and scores. His teammates' cheers ring in my ears. Craig winks as he jogs back. "That was for you." Despite myself, I chuckle. Thanks. So do you. Duh. As if I don't know that. No harm in a little lie. Especially when it brightens him up like sun-dusk. He says what all of Angelwood says. Per usual. Craig smiles wide. He holds me close to him and laughs. "My tournament's soon. You'll be there, yeah?" He's been talking about his tournament since the school year started. He thinks it's his one ticket out of Angelwood. As if I won't, Craig. He throws an arm around my shoulders. He kisses my cheek. He holds me tight, squeezes me into his sweat-stained, disgusting body. Laughs, nods to his teammates towering high and hulking, their shoulder pads like soldiers in another life. They throw the football at Craig's head. He catches it. I nearly flinch. It's fine. Fine. You're okay. He doesn't notice. "See you tonight, Ethy," he says. "I can't wait to see your dress." Craig kisses me in full view of his teammates. They roar, clap Craig on the shoulder and drag him back. He wipes his mouth clean and grins. Then he throws the football, and all the boys begin to sprint.