Shifting

“You did not wear your varsity jacket to a party,” she said, dumbfounded. Her hands had a mind of their own as they reached out slowly, each one grabbing either side of the open jacket. FP took a step forward so she wouldn’t have to reach out so far and Alice broke their stare to watch her fingers caress the buttons. It felt good to have something else to focus on."I can’t help it if I look so good in it.”“You sell weed in your varsity jacket? You moron…”“Hey,” he reached out and tapped her chin up lightly so their eyes met. She tried pulling her hands off the jacket but couldn’t do it. “How else can I look inconspicuous? No one suspects the guy in the varsity jacket.”“Or everyone does. Moron...” Junior year, Alice causes a scene, looses her jacket, and breaks down at Mary's party. The boy with the six sense always seems to find her.