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“Why are we sober?” Leah asks.
“Because it’s a Monday night,” Ellie reminds her.
“Margarita Monday,” I suggestagain.
She rolls her eyes.
“Hey.” I poke her. “You didn’t waste sophomore year on sobriety so put the brakes on your judgment, Judgy McJudgerson.”
Grace leans forward and looks around Ellie. “She traded hangovers for morning wood.”
“Best decision I ever made.” Ellie laughs.
“Hey KET girlies, Delta has arrived!” Kameron announces as she makes her way to their seats
“Took you long enough, man,” I hear JT say from behind me, and even before I hear his voice, I know Theo’s here.
“Traffic’s insane.”
“We live a stone’s throw away.” Dash laughs.
“Delta’s across campus, and it’s raining,” he explains.
“All I’m saying is you should have parked at our place and walked over.”
“We made it before kickoff; it’s all good.” Theo states sounding less than enthusiastic.
Ten minutes into the game, it’s zero to zero, it’s pouring, and I’m so fucking confused by this game.
“Why didn’t we bring umbrellas?” Leah yells over the crowd.
“Because we’re idiots,” I admit.
To the left of us, Kameron has a huge stadium umbrella. She and her friends, and Ellie and Grace, are all squished under it.
Shit, shit, shit.
“Lean back,” I hear Theo say and ignore him because he’s surely not talking to me. “Riley and Leah, lean back.”
I look back, and he holds up the bottom of some sort of rain poncho.
“Both of you can fit.”
“Do we like him enough to at least use him for protection?” Leah asks.
“Is that even a question?” I ask, leaning back awkwardly.
When I feel something against my back, I realize quickly it’s his knee, and I look over and see the other is against Leah’s back. Our eyes meet, and we both glance behind us where his long, thick legs are spread wide, and yeah, he’s packing.
“You wanna bite it, don’t you?” Leah asks, and we both start laughing.
“Lean back if you want,” he says over the rain, so we do.
This should be awkward and uncomfortable, it should piss me off that I’m just sitting here, leaning against Theo Rivera’s leg, but it’s not. We’ve brushed knees before. This is no different, right?
* * *
There’s lessthan a minute until the end of the half, and there’s still no score, the rain hasn’t let up at all, and the stadium starts to empty out.
