Cameron: Yeah, that’s weird. Are you sure your lady didn’t put a spell on you, man? You did hate her for so long.
Finn: At least now we don’t have to whisper in his flat.
Archie: You guys are just jealous.
Callum: Ugh. I should have never let you guys in on this.
Cameron: Don’t worry. We’ve got you.
Finn: But we’re not responsible if she says no, mate.
Callum: **hand gesture emoji**
Archie: Not nice to the blokes supporting you in this.
Callum: Help doesn’t equal support.
Wade: He’s got a point. Stop being brats, and let’s help Callum get his girl.
Callum: Thanks, Cap.
Finn: Yahoo! Only a few hours to go.
I sigh and lock my phone, sliding it into my jacket pocket as we stroll up to the side entrance. My nerves are catching up with me, crawling just under my skin.
“It’s all your fault, you know that?” I mutter, nudging Millie with my elbow.
“What is?” She adjusts the strap of her bag on her shoulder, her eyes flicking toward me with curiosity.
“The group chat thing. You forced me into joining, and now I’m stuck with those annoying chatterboxes twenty-four-seven.”
She chuckles, the sound light—and a little smug. “I didnotforce you. I said it could be fun. And you’re free to leave any time.”
I roll my eyes. She’s got a point, but now that I’m seeing what they talk about in there, I feel like I should stick around. Just in case. And itwasuseful for planning everything for tonight. So, yeah, I’m on the fence about it.
Let’s just hope this works.
Millie
The Regents won 3–1, and Callum was particularly on fire. He made some brilliant tackles and even scored a goal. I’ve never seen so many fans wearing his jersey, and I’m convinced it has something to do with me—or at least Fergie. But don’t tell Callum I said that.
Fallon, Roxy, and Katherine—Archie’s neighbour-turned-girlfriend—have been acting weird all night. Even more so since the game ended. We usually bolt right out of the stadium to meet up at Archie’s—or go home to her baby in the case of Roxy—but they’ve been lingering in the stands, grabbing drinks from the VIP bar and being very cryptic about it.
“What’s going on?” I ask again, shifting my weight from one foot to the other. “Can we go?”
“Not quite,” Roxy says, sitting back down and giving me an overly innocent look. “Maybe you should check your socials.”
“What? Can’t we do that later?” I ask, starting to get exasperated. I just want to get out of here and find Callum.
“Just do it,” Katherine says with a wink, nudging my arm.
I reluctantly grab my phone, my brown knitting when I see a notification.
“Callum Murray tagged you in a post.”
Curious, I open it, and my heart skips two beats.
It’s a video—a slideshow, like the one we did for Princess. The first picture is a photo of me laughing, mid-snort, the kind of picture only Callum would choose.
