She’s the cheer captain, all precision and pep, but with a mean backhand when it comes to words. He’s the star wide receiver, two years older, already being scouted, already haunted by the pressure. He’s also her brother’s best friend—the one who used to drive her to school when she was a freshman, who ruffled her hair and dated older girls, who once carried her out of a house party when she drank too much and never told a soul.