“No, it’s not. It’s me going to a game with some friends. That's it.”
“Okay.” She laughs. “Have fun.”
Rolling my eyes, I head out to the car and climb into the backseat.
“Here.” Lexie hands me a card as we pull out of my driveway.
“What’s this?”
“It’s the number for the mechanic shop. Val said you need to get your car fixed.”
Shit. I almost forgot about that.
When we get to the stadium, I excuse myself and give the shop a call. Thankfully, they’re still open and had a cancellation, but it’s for tomorrow at eight in the morning.
I’m not happy about having to get up that early, but I agree and book the spot anyway, because I really need to get the car fixed.
Once the appointment is booked, I rejoin the girls.
I’m a little nervous as we head in to find our seats. There are a lot of people here.
During school hours, everyone is scattered around campus, and it’s big enough not to feel trapped.
Here, everyone is crammed together. I don’t like it.
But I try to ignore the negative feelings and stick close to the girls.
Once we find our seats, I feel a bit better.
“Cooper!” Val screams.
At the sound of his name, I look around for him.
He looks over and grins, waving back to Val. When his eyes drop to me, recognition flashes, and his grin widens.
He jogs over to the bleachers. “Hey, it’s Latte Boy.” He chuckles, and I groan, cheeks heating at the name.
“My name is Blake,” I mutter.
“I know.” He chuckles. “Fancy seeing you here. Here to cheer on your sister while she... cheers?” He snorts like it’s a funny joke.
“I’ve been kidnapped and held against my will.”
He grins, looking over at his friends. “Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me.”
Someone calls out to him from the field.
“Gotta go. Enjoy the game.” He waves at us before jogging back over to the team.
While Lexie and Val talk, I put my focus on the field. I have no idea how this game is played, and as the game starts and time goes on, I still have no idea.
The best I can understand is catching the football and throwing it over a line for a goal.
Halfway through, I find myself invested, even though I don’t understand much of what’s going on. The hits some of the guys take are brutal.
Why would anyone want to play this game? It looks painful. They’re willingly getting their asses beat up out there.
But as time goes on, I watch Cooper. He’s good, and fast, and he has a killer arm. That man can throw. I’m lowkey impressed.
