“Uh, yes.”
“I’m Andre,” he said, offering his hand. “Ryan’s friend. I’m at SF State. I came down for the weekend.”
Anna bounced beside her. “I forgot to tell you. Andre’s staying with Ryan, and I thought it’d be fun if we all hung out tonight.”
Daisy inwardly groaned.
A setup. With a college guy.
“I see,” she muttered. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Andre.”
He gave her a glance up and down and smiled before following their friends into the stadium.
The bleachers were packed with people, which gave her no other choice but to snuggle up close to Andre.
At least he smells good.
Daisy thought Andre was a nice guy whom she would’ve likely been excited to hang out with if it weren’t for the fact that a certain raven-haired boy was still consuming her thoughts.
“Do you play any sports?” Andre asked, smiling her way.
“Uhh, no, I’m not super coordinated.”
“I wouldn’t have guessed that. You look so fit and athletic.”
Daisy bubbled out a laugh.
“No, not me. I am more of the artistic type.”
“Cool, so you like to draw and stuff?”
She looked up at his face, which was mere inches away from hers. “Sure, you could say that.”
Daisy would have backed away if there were more room, but the tight space was not forgiving. To anyone looking in, it would appear that they were snuggling up, perhaps even about to share a kiss.
Which was extremely unfortunate, especially when Jameson’s eyes found hers across the bleachers. His jaw was tight, and his glare sharp enough to cut glass. She almost believed it meant something.
He was with his typical crew. His cousins, her brother, and Sean’s friend, Connor.
They were only a few feet away from them. She immediately turned her head away from Andre and tried to scoot closer to Anna.
But as luck would have it, he moved even closer to Daisy and slowly put his arm around her.
Worried, she looked again at Jameson.
He was still glaring at her, but his face was now red and angrier than it had been before.
Daisy almost rolled her eyes at him. After days of dismissal, she was annoyed that now he wanted to acknowledge that she existed.
Forcibly positioning her body away from Jameson and Andre, she loudly whispered in Anna’s ear, “Why didn’t you tell me about this Andre guy?”
“Are you mad?”
“I don’t know. I’m just annoyed, I guess. I mean, he’s in college. He’s old.”
“He’s only eighteen. I am looking out for you. This will help you get over you know who.”
“What are you talking about?”
