This excerpt (and the rest of the story) is not safe for work. It's halftime. I can hear my blood pounding in my ears almost loud enough to drown out the screaming crowd and cheerleaders, before the noises dissolve into the halftime show. Coach is patting me on the back, and on some level his words sink into my head, make some kind of sense, but I'm not listening to him; not really anyway. I'm looking for Moon, but not with my eyes. I never need eyes to see him. I can feel hi