cringey-ness

— I checked with Zac, and as the photographer snapped away, I made a heart shape with my hands at the camera for old time’s sake. / As the picture got projected up, I continued to ignore Luke’s ever-growing scowl. That’s what happens when a player gets played. / Zac nudged me in the ribs – I tensed any muscle I knew how to move. His dad was striding over. / Mr Lutas nodded up at the photo. / “I can’t believe you’d do that.” / Uh-oh. My heart-shaped cringey-ness didn’t seem as funny four-metres high. I wished both the real me and the giant photo me would disappear.