I want to ask what I said wrong, but we’re already heading into the stadium.
I text Aria, and she says she's waiting in the stands and saved me a seat.
Turning, I go to tell Danny, but he’s already gone.
Shit. What the hell did I do?
Sighing, I find Aria and Taylor.
“Got what you needed?” Aria asks.
“Ah, yeah,” I lie. “Forgot my wallet. Might want to get something to eat or drink.”
We sit and make small talk, but my head isn’t really in it. Not that the girls seem to mind, Taylor and Aria chat away, like the best of friends.
It’s weird, but it’s also nice to see my bestie bond with another girl. She could use some more girlfriends.
The game starts, and the whole time my eyes are on Easton. I can’t tell how he’s feeling from up here. I’m too far away to see his facial expressions.
Every time the other team gets a point, my stomach drops. But every time our team scores, I perk back up.
It’s a fucking rollercoaster.
It’s halftime, and the cheerleaders come out, but my eyes find Easton. He’s at the bench, grabbing a bottle of water. He takes a drink before spraying some on his face. He shakes out his wet hair, andfuck me, my cock twitches.
Why the hell is that so hot?
Shaking my head, I force myself to look away. My eyes land on Roland. He’s doing the same, cooling himself with water. He gives one of his teammates a bright smile, tossing his head back and laughing.
Nothing. My dick does nothing. Huh. Well, that's not good.
My eyes flick back over to Easton and find him watching me. From here, I can see the scowl on his face.
Ah fuck. He knows, he has to. He looks like he wants to wrap his hands around my neck and watch the life drain from my eyes.
I bite my lip, my knee bouncing as the game starts up again.
In the end, they win, and I let out a sigh of relief. See? He didn’t need the socks, the team did just fine without them. Maybe whatever pair he’s wearing now can be his new good luck charm.
As everyone starts to leave, I follow Aria and Taylor, staying close by so no drunk assholes bump into them.
“Party at old Rodger’s field!" one of the football players shouts as they exit the field.
“You going?” Taylor asks Aria.
Aria looks up at me. “Wanna come party?”
Sighing, I know I’m going to give in. Tyler has been a bit of an asshole lately when it comes to Aria. Not sure what the fuck is going on with him, but I know he won’t be there to keep an eye on her. Not that she needs to be babysat, I just don’t trust guys when it comes to parties. Girls drink or do drugs, and aren't in the best headspace. A lot of college guys take advantage of it.
Maybe it’s just my paranoia, but I’m not going to let that happen to my friend.
The first year I came to SVU, I walked in on three guys assaulting a girl. After the shock of the moment wore off, I lost it. I never felt that kind of rage in my life. I pulled them off her and beat the shit out of one of them. The other two tried to helphim, but thankfully, some of my teammates heard the shouting and came in to assist.
After that, my mom sat me down and opened up about her past with me. It gutted me. I’ve never cried like that in my life.
I went and talked to someone for a few months after.
Now, I won’t let any of my female friends go to parties alone. Normally, Tyler watches Aria, but lately, he cares too much about drinking with his teammates.
