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serious. What’s up with him?”
“I wish I knew,” I said, gathering today’s papers and stuffing them into my bag.
“No grading tonight! We have a date with Ferris Bueller, remember?”
I grinned. “Yes, I remember, but if I don’t get them graded before Friday, I might not get to go to the football game, and we know what a tragedy that would be.”
“Oh, you’re going to the football game.” Aubrey grabbed me by the hand and led me out the classroom door. “If you think I’m spending another football season sitting in those stands by myself, you’ve seriously lost your mind.”
I couldn’t help but grin. “Were you always this bossy? I really don’t remember this side of you at all.”
Aubrey ignored my question and hooked her arm through mine as we walked down the hallway. “Besides, we have to talk about boys.”
“No, we don’t.”
“Really? Because there’s a new swing hanging from your front porch that would suggest otherwise.”
Sighing in defeat, I linked my arm through hers and accepted my fate.
Chapter 8
“I’ve never seen so much green.”
It was true. Our side of the stadium was packed with fans wearing their Sycamore green hoodies for the first football game of the year. The visitors’ stands weren’t nearly as full, and I wondered if it was the long drive or the bitter cold that had kept them away.
“Who are we playing?” I scanned the other side of the field, trying to remember which of the surrounding schools wore blue and white.
“No idea,” Lucas grinned, “but they look really cold in their blue T-shirts.”
The weather was always unpredictable in the mountains, even in late summer. One day, you could wake up to sunny skies and seventy-degree temperatures. The next morning, you’d be digging in your closet for a jacket because fall arrived early, causing the temperatures to plunge overnight.
“I bet poor Mabel had to make a batch of hoodies and sweatshirts just for tonight’s game.”
Lucas leaned close. “Are you okay? The crowd isn’t too much?”
The crowd was noisy and loud, but I was okay so far.
“I’m good,” I replied. Shivering, I glanced toward the concession stand. Maybe something warm to drink would help.
“Why don’t I go see if they’re selling hot chocolate or something?” Lucas offered.
“It’s scary how well you can read my mind.”
He grinned. “It’s a gift.”
Aubrey finally arrived and dropped down onto the bleacher next to me. Thankfully, she waited until Lucas was out of earshot to begin the interrogation.
“I love that the two of you are wearing matching hoodies. It’s incredibly cute.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know, if you take a look around, you’ll see we match just about everyone on this side of the stadium.”
“And it’s your first date!”
“It’s not a date. We are two new faculty members sitting together at a football game.”
“Hmm.” She wasn’t at all convinced, but she let me off the hook and scanned the crowd. “Look at this place! I think the whole town is here tonight.
The bright, excited faces of our students reminded me of the football games we’d attended in high school. Our small group of friends would spend our Friday nights in the student section—all decked out in our Panther green—screaming wildly for Tommy and his team. There was always a bonfire afterward, and a few parties out near the river, which were illegal for any of us to attend. Of course, that hadn’t stopped us—just like it wouldn’t stop any of our students tonight.
It’s amazing how high school never really changes.
The game began just as Lucas reappeared with three steaming cups of hot chocolate. We thanked him and settled in—with me sandwiched in the middle and being pressed against Lucas’s side.
“You know Matt, of course,” Aubrey said, pointing toward the field at number sixteen. Matt had his own cheering section, and the girls would explode with
“I wish I knew,” I said, gathering today’s papers and stuffing them into my bag.
“No grading tonight! We have a date with Ferris Bueller, remember?”
I grinned. “Yes, I remember, but if I don’t get them graded before Friday, I might not get to go to the football game, and we know what a tragedy that would be.”
“Oh, you’re going to the football game.” Aubrey grabbed me by the hand and led me out the classroom door. “If you think I’m spending another football season sitting in those stands by myself, you’ve seriously lost your mind.”
I couldn’t help but grin. “Were you always this bossy? I really don’t remember this side of you at all.”
Aubrey ignored my question and hooked her arm through mine as we walked down the hallway. “Besides, we have to talk about boys.”
“No, we don’t.”
“Really? Because there’s a new swing hanging from your front porch that would suggest otherwise.”
Sighing in defeat, I linked my arm through hers and accepted my fate.
Chapter 8
“I’ve never seen so much green.”
It was true. Our side of the stadium was packed with fans wearing their Sycamore green hoodies for the first football game of the year. The visitors’ stands weren’t nearly as full, and I wondered if it was the long drive or the bitter cold that had kept them away.
“Who are we playing?” I scanned the other side of the field, trying to remember which of the surrounding schools wore blue and white.
“No idea,” Lucas grinned, “but they look really cold in their blue T-shirts.”
The weather was always unpredictable in the mountains, even in late summer. One day, you could wake up to sunny skies and seventy-degree temperatures. The next morning, you’d be digging in your closet for a jacket because fall arrived early, causing the temperatures to plunge overnight.
“I bet poor Mabel had to make a batch of hoodies and sweatshirts just for tonight’s game.”
Lucas leaned close. “Are you okay? The crowd isn’t too much?”
The crowd was noisy and loud, but I was okay so far.
“I’m good,” I replied. Shivering, I glanced toward the concession stand. Maybe something warm to drink would help.
“Why don’t I go see if they’re selling hot chocolate or something?” Lucas offered.
“It’s scary how well you can read my mind.”
He grinned. “It’s a gift.”
Aubrey finally arrived and dropped down onto the bleacher next to me. Thankfully, she waited until Lucas was out of earshot to begin the interrogation.
“I love that the two of you are wearing matching hoodies. It’s incredibly cute.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know, if you take a look around, you’ll see we match just about everyone on this side of the stadium.”
“And it’s your first date!”
“It’s not a date. We are two new faculty members sitting together at a football game.”
“Hmm.” She wasn’t at all convinced, but she let me off the hook and scanned the crowd. “Look at this place! I think the whole town is here tonight.
The bright, excited faces of our students reminded me of the football games we’d attended in high school. Our small group of friends would spend our Friday nights in the student section—all decked out in our Panther green—screaming wildly for Tommy and his team. There was always a bonfire afterward, and a few parties out near the river, which were illegal for any of us to attend. Of course, that hadn’t stopped us—just like it wouldn’t stop any of our students tonight.
It’s amazing how high school never really changes.
The game began just as Lucas reappeared with three steaming cups of hot chocolate. We thanked him and settled in—with me sandwiched in the middle and being pressed against Lucas’s side.
“You know Matt, of course,” Aubrey said, pointing toward the field at number sixteen. Matt had his own cheering section, and the girls would explode with
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