“Second down. Kallie’s going for a Hail Mary!”
The crowd gasped as Kallie launched the ball into the air, all the way down the field. I thought there was no way anyone could catch it, but Chancey sprinted down the field and jumped up, snagging the ball in mid-air. He ran the rest of the way, crossing the goal line.
“Chancey caught it! First touchdown!” I said in excitement.
“All right!” Charlie smiled. “Football’s been really good for him. So much better than fight club.”
Hooray! Oberi waved the flag in his mouth.
There was a cry of surprise from someone on the cheer squad. Marcus had been so busy watching Kallie toss the ball, he’d ended up dropping the girl he was supposed to be lifting.
“Ow! Hey!” Melody snapped.
“Sorry!” Marcus yelped, and he rushed to help her up. Melody shoved him away.
The game went on. It was exciting, watching supernaturals play sports. Nobody used their magic, but sometimes, players cheated and utilized their incredible strength or insane speed to score points. I had a hard time keeping up so I could relay all the details to Charlie, because the game moved so fast.
During the second quarter, one of the linebackers tackled Kallie to the ground—hard.She lay there for a while, and I started to get scared, worrying she’d been hurt.
Kallie winced as she slowly got back onto her feet, and the crowd applauded. The linebacker who’d tackled her lifted off her helmet to fix her hair, and I realized, with disgust, that the person who’d sacked her had been Scarlet.
“Scarlet hit Kallie. It looked bad,” I told Charlie. “She’s making the next play, but moving slow.”
Even through all the gear she was wearing, I saw Kallie’s body stiffen as she stood across from her ex-girlfriend. Clearly, Scarlet was out for blood.
“Kallie’s calling the play. She’s got the ball, but there isn’t an opening,” I said quickly. “She’s tucking the ball to her side— she’s making a run for it!”
She was still thirty yards from the goal line, but went for it anyway. The crowd went nuts as the opposite team’s defense gave chase, but Kallie crossed the line and ended up scoring another touchdown.
“She did it!” I shouted. If I could stand, I’d be out of my seat. “That was incredible!”
“Go Kallie!” Marcus jumped up and down, waving a pair of pom-poms. He’d stolen them from Melody, and she lookedpissed.
There were a couple of boos from people rooting for the opposing team. I looked across the field and saw Esther sitting with Naya near the water coolers.
Esther was finally leaving us alone after Ivy had ripped into her. She wrinkled her nose when I looked her way. Mad Dog was the quarterback on the opposing team, and they were here to cheer him on.
I was pretty sure Mad Dog had bullied his way into the star position on his team, because he fucking sucked. Every pass he threw missed, he called stupid plays, and his team only scored a touchdown because Kallie threw an interception that an opposing player caught and got across our goal line. Kallie’s team absolutely slaughtered them, with a final score of forty to seven.
The fans of the opposing team were pretty pissed at the blowout score, so naturally, a fight broke out. A couple of kids started punching, and eventually, the entire stands were tossing blows back and forth. Charlie wheeled me out of it quickly, while Oberi watched from a distance.
Now this is entertainment! Oberi said in appreciation. He gave a happy bark as he watched Ivy pick a guy up and toss him over the stands for leaving a scuff mark on their shoes.
The guards rushed in to break it up. Inmates were yanked off of each other and separated as one of the head guards stormed to the middle of the fight to start shouting at people.
“I’m sick of being a babysitter to you fucking kids!” the guard snapped. “This is your last warning!”
I wasn’t sure who he was talking to, since about fifty people had been involved in the fight, but the crowd dispersed anyway. The guard reached down and grabbed Ghost, who was the closest person nearby. He hadn’t even been in the fight, just got caught up in the turmoil.
“I’ve had about enough of you!” the guard said as he shook Ghost by the collar. “Should’ve knownyou’dstart this.”
“I didn’t, I swear! Please, don’t send me back to solitary!” Ghost whimpered.
I was shocked. Usually, nobody got in trouble during these fights, because a brawl broke out on campus every time there was a football game. It was never serious, just a bunch of inmates letting off steam.
“You aren’t going to solitary; you’re to report to The Mission office,” the guard ordered. “Immediately!”
Ghost’s face slackened, like he was confused. The guard shoved him forward, and Ghost started toward The Mission office with his head hung low.
