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I never said I’d actually go out with him after he made a fool of himself. I smirked. “See, your first mistake was thinking I’d go out with you after you did that. I said I might think about going out with you. Might.”
His smile was slow. “Okay.”
I angled from underneath him, his laughter gravelly. I left him standing there.
“Noa…”
“Still thinking,” I called, and ready to do more. He said he’d play every home game like this, and honestly, I wanted to see how long he’d hold out. I wanted to see if he thought it was worth it.
I didn’t know why, but I ignored any thoughts that he wouldn’t.
“I’m not giving up,” he said behind me. He laughed again. “I mean it, Sloane. You made this the best challenge for me.”
I didn’t want to be his challenge or conquest. I didn’t want to be his anything. Truth be told, I wanted nothing to do with him, but each moment of every passing day showed my defeat more and more. I mean, I came to the game tonight wanting him to wear that dress. I wanted to see him try. I wanted him to want me, but that wasn’t the scariest thing. What was truly scary was what I wanted in addition, and that was way harder than getting me to go out with him. I wanted all his gestures to mean something.
I wasn’t a fool enough to wonder about what that something was, walking away.
My brother had pulled up our dad’s Chevelle outside the stadium when I spotted him. Standing next to it, he was chatting with a couple guys, and when I realized who they were, my brow twitched.
When Wells Ambrose and Thatcher Reed had left their pack, I didn’t know, but I’d spoken with Dorian long enough for them to leave. They had Bow with them, and the guys tipped their chin at my brother before striding away. It wasn’t until I got closer that Bru noticed me, and he got in the car like nothing had happened.
“Uh, what was that?” I strapped myself in.
“What?”
I rolled my eyes, waving toward the outside. “Wells and Thatcher? You were talking to them.”
I was aware of Wells and Thatcher’s position after everything with Dorian. I mean, Bow had told me about them giving me space, and though that shouldn’t have anything to do with my brother, they were obviously keeping their distance.
My brother’s shrug was subtle. “We were just talking about the game. They were walking to the parking lot, and I was standing here. They mentioned Coach wanted to see me back out on the field.”
“And…”
“And what?”
“You guys cool or…”
“I was standing here, and we talked.” His eyes lifted. He started the car. “You want to talk to me about if you’re going out with Dorian?” He chuckled. “According to the guys, Coach nearly had a coronary. Dorian didn’t tell him, or the assistant coaches he was going to do that.”
He’d obviously gotten away with it, though, and I noticed my brother evaded what I’d asked.
I started to ask him again, but I didn’t want to be asked about Dorian.
I couldn’t give him answers I didn’t have.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Sloane
Dorian played every home game in that dress after that. Well, not that dress. He mixed it up on occasion.
At least, from what I heard.
With Bru not playing anymore, I didn’t make it to every game, but I certainly heard about his antics. Especially when I also heard his coaches still weren’t too keen on what he was doing out there on the field. Word around the academy was, there was talk of trying to bench Dorian for the rest of the season until he stopped with his impromptu fashion shows, and I’d gotten more than enough flack for that around the halls. Dorian Prinze was this school’s golden boy out on the field.
He continued to wear the dresses, though, and he never asked me out again, but that didn’t stop his letters. He left them strictly in my locker now.
I’d even caught him putting one in.
