The last time Hal crushed this hard on someone he was in middle school and it was one Carol Ferris. At least she’d been in his grade level. He couldn’t say the same thing this time. The guy was a senior. An actual, two years older, going to graduate in the spring senior. As far as Hal knew they didn’t share a thing in common, besides athletics, of course.
Hal couldn’t even recall when it started. One moment he was just another person in the sea of students, then from nowhere he was attractive, upperclassman Barry Allen, the track star. And Hal couldn’t get him out of his head.