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“He the only one you looked up?” I laugh.
“Yes, actually.” She smiles, and fuck, that smile is just as stunning as it always was.
I hear a squeal and look over to see Gina’s boyfriend has come up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
“Taking this one for breakfast,” Tanner says. “You two wanna join?”
I look at Riley, hoping she says yes, but her brows knit together. “Already ate, but thanks.” She then signs, “See you later.”
I shake Tanner’s hand. “You two enjoy.”
I turn to see her walking away.
“Riley,” I call after her then see Oz walking toward her, holding a cup of coffee out to her. “The fuck.”
She turns back and looks at me, and I hold up my hand, palm in front of my face, and make the “beautiful” sign.
She scowls and gives me … the finger.
Then … then she looks shocked.
Same, Riley, same.
* * *
“Thanks for picking us up,”Kameron says as she and two other girls, whose names I’ve forgotten, slide in. “Winnie and Natalie, Theo. Theo, Winnie and Natalie.” She shakes out the umbrella before sliding it into some sort of sleeve.
“Not a problem,” I say and look back. “Hello, ladies.”
“Where are your roommates? We’re supposed to be supporting both football and hoc—”
“They’re meeting us there, saving seats,” I say, pulling out of Delta’s parking lot. “Definitely supporting Cody.”
“And the rest of the football team,” she adds.
Except Oz.
Chapter 8
Riley
Football
Monday, August 26th
“Half of KET showed up.”I look behind us and around the stadium full of umbrellas amongst the sea of blue and yellow.
We have the first three rows just to the right of our home bench. Apparently, Evan, Dean, Bass, and Leo bought season tickets for football, as well as men and women’s hockey. When they aren’t here, we get to use them instead of sitting in the student section.
Koa, Dash, and JT are sitting behind us, but not Theo. I hate that this disappoints me, but not as much as I hate that I was totally scoping out the stadium for him and now want to kick my own ass.
“It’s the Cody effect,” Ellie states.
“We football fans need a win. Last year was brutal.” Leah sighs exaggeratedly. We made one football game last year, on homecoming. One.
“There isn’t room for both of us on this bandwagon.” I lightly elbow her.
“Girl, there’s plenty of room if you just shove a cheek.” She nudges me.
