I liked the damn neighbor girl, in fact, I think I was half in love with her by the end of our tennis match. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.

"Godamn," I huff. She smiles and that just about knocks me out. "You're alright at this."