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“If it’s okay, I’m going to stay here instead of going to the game. I’m going to order some stuff for Katie.”
“That’s a great idea. We can put a movie on,” I offer.
She shakes her head. “No, you guys go. CJ and Cole will only be grumpy if you don’t. And I don’t want them giving me the stink eye. It makes me nervous,” she giggles, teasing.
A month ago, I would have taken that comment seriously. She was scared to be in the same room as them. But since she moved in, she’s gotten used to them. She doesn’t even flinch when they’re being loud and boisterous. She’s come a long way, but she still has a long road ahead of her.
I frown. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
She laughs, shooing us away. “Seriously, go. I’ll be fine.”
“I’ll stay with her. I need to get some homework done, anyway. I just didn’t want to be rude when CJ demanded I go and root for him.”
I laugh, remembering CJ’s reaction to Jordan telling him that watching boys running around sweating wasn’t her thing. He told her he was everyone’s thing.
“Are you sure?” I ask, addressing Rosie.
She blushes a little, no doubt over being alone with Jordan, but nods. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Okay, well, we best get going. We want to get a place at the front before their little fan club get there,” Willow states, fiddling with her sleeves.
I scoff, rolling my eyes as I walk over to my coat, gloves and hat. “Hopefully they stay in.”
“Did you want me to stay?” I hear Becca ask Rosie quietly.
“I promise, I’m fine. You go. I know you’ve been dying to see a certain player in action,” Rosie teases.
Becca slaps her arm lightly, glaring. “Shush.”
“What’s this about a player?” I ask, smiling.
She gets up from the sofa, pulling her coat on. “Nope, not telling.”
Rosie and Jordan laugh. “Come on, tell us,” Willow and I call when she starts walking out the door.
“Nope,” she shouts.
Willow and I grin at each other before racing out of the door after her.
*** *** ***
Umbrella in one hand, cup of hot chocolate in the other, we wait for the boys to come out of the changing area.
There are more girls than families coming to watch them play. I thought the rain would at least keep some of them at bay.
I was wrong.
“Who is this mystery boy, then?” I ask Becca, smirking when a blush covers her cheeks and neck.
She bites her bottom lip, glancing around. “Are you going to keep hounding me until I tell you?”
Me and Willow turn to face her, standing side by side, and nod. “Yes,” we say simultaneously.
She sighs, handing Willow her umbrella. “Let me throw my hair up.”
We wait for her to pull her hair up, watching her impatiently. Becca is nearly as closed off as Rosie. For her to be interested in a boy is miraculous. Willow, bless her soul, got lucky when she began to move forward with Cole. They built a connection, a kindred friendship.
Becca, however, hardly socialises. Hearing this is a huge deal, and I’m not about to let it go. I’m also going to treat it like any other girlfriend would: by teasing the hell out of her.
