In my homeroom, when the announcement came over the PA about Stargirl winning the district title, I was about to let out a cheer, but I caught myself. Several people booed (20.3).
I understood why this was happening to me. In the eyes of the student body, she was part of my identity. I was "her boyfriend." I was Mr. Stargirl (23.5).
"Something's gotta change," I said. "That's all I know."
"You mean like change clothes? Or change a tire? Should I change the tire on my bike? Would that do it?"
"You're not funny. You know what I mean."
She saw I was upset. Her face got serious (25.7-10).