Ring…ring…”Hold up Addie I gotta answer my phone.” Pat held up a long finger against my lips and reached into his pocket. Thinking it was his mom, I left him to talk with her. I grabbed the soccer ball and started juggling with my feet. “Um, Addie? I gotta go, sorry. I’m meeting somebody-”
“Paaattt, honey!!” the worst voice I could hear drifted down from the hill. It was Becca Weathersfield, my worst enemy since preschool. “Pat are you ready to go?” Becca asked as she reached the end of the field. I was still confused until my worst nightmare was revealed. “Addie, um, me and Becca are, kinda, sorta…dating.” Pat said as he gathered up his backpack. I felt a brick drop into my stomach. They walked away from me and up the hill. “There goes my best friend, and my one true love…”