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from over, though. I need to know what Matt has said to them, since he clearly fails to talk to me about us.
Chapter 12
Walking up to the stadium, my stomach knots seeing the hundreds–thousands–of spectators gathering and filling in the stands. There’s no way on god’s green earth that I’d ever be able to stand center stage with that many people looking at me. Last night was bad enough just having Matt, Summer, and Collin watch me bowl. Before today I was well aware of Matt’s popularity status and the fact that he’s a good football player, but witnessing this crazy chaos in front of me makes me feel like I’m going to a pro football game that my boyfriend is the star of.
Suddenly I’m feeling a little uneasy wearing the long sleeve t-shirt that he left me, Cortaga Jug on the front and Team Jacobs on the back. This morning when I was rushing to Matt’s house, I was thanking the lord above that he graciously provided us with an abnormally warm fall day. I was not looking forward to sitting out in the cold for the duration of the game, but now I’m wishing it was cool enough to cover my Team Jacobs shirt with a jacket. When Summer told me that the sorority girls make these for the football players to give to their special person, I was floating on emotions that I had been his special . Now, even though I’m still excited to be given it, I’m worried that every person known to man will be looking at me wondering why this nobody is wearing a Team Jacobs shirt.
“This is insane!” Summer shouts in an excited tone as we make our way to the gate.
My thoughts exactly.
“Right?” I respond with a half grin.
Once we reach the gate entrance, one of the many pledging sorority girls is standing there collecting money and stamping hands.
They obviously didn’t think this out, having a sorority girl handle the money and being expected to make change.
“We have reserved tickets under Leah Bennett,” I tell her.
Flipping through the stack of envelopes, she pulls one out with my name written on the front. I try to sneak a peek, seeing if there are any other envelopes that say Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs, but of course I can’t make any of them out.
Giving me a once over and a haughty look that I’m sure to get all day, she hands me the three tickets and tells me to go towards the left to get to the family section.
“I love seeing snotty bitches faces go blank when they find out who their one and only has been claimed with,” Summer comes beside me, loops her arm with mine, and whispers in my ear with a devious laugh that makes me smile.
“I know, right? I think she just shit her pants,” I laugh back.
And just like that I go from sour and scared shitless to proud girlfriend, ready to watch her boyfriend kick some Ithaca ass.
Taking our seats in the section labeled “reserved” that is front and center to the field, I skim the people around us wondering which ones are Matt’s parents. Realizing I have no clue what I’m looking for– maybe an older looking Matt or a female version?– I give up and just come out and ask Collin.
“Are Matt’s parents here yet?” I ask.
Collin gives me a confused look before responding, “No, they won’t be here.”
My stomach knots seeing the sad expression on Summer’s face and it dawns on me that they either never come to his games or they don’t exist at all. I know that no matter how much shit I’ve put my parents through, they will always support me. Feeling my heart break in two, I look back and forth between Collin and Summer in question, hoping that they will elaborate.
Collin stares at me with an unreadable expression. “He hasn’t had it very easy–”
“…And let’s hear it for our Cortland Red Dragons,” the commentator announces over the intercom, interrupting our conversation to announce the football player’s entrance to the field.
As much as I want to hear the rest, my eyes are immediately drawn to number twelve leading the pack with
Chapter 12
Walking up to the stadium, my stomach knots seeing the hundreds–thousands–of spectators gathering and filling in the stands. There’s no way on god’s green earth that I’d ever be able to stand center stage with that many people looking at me. Last night was bad enough just having Matt, Summer, and Collin watch me bowl. Before today I was well aware of Matt’s popularity status and the fact that he’s a good football player, but witnessing this crazy chaos in front of me makes me feel like I’m going to a pro football game that my boyfriend is the star of.
Suddenly I’m feeling a little uneasy wearing the long sleeve t-shirt that he left me, Cortaga Jug on the front and Team Jacobs on the back. This morning when I was rushing to Matt’s house, I was thanking the lord above that he graciously provided us with an abnormally warm fall day. I was not looking forward to sitting out in the cold for the duration of the game, but now I’m wishing it was cool enough to cover my Team Jacobs shirt with a jacket. When Summer told me that the sorority girls make these for the football players to give to their special person, I was floating on emotions that I had been his special . Now, even though I’m still excited to be given it, I’m worried that every person known to man will be looking at me wondering why this nobody is wearing a Team Jacobs shirt.
“This is insane!” Summer shouts in an excited tone as we make our way to the gate.
My thoughts exactly.
“Right?” I respond with a half grin.
Once we reach the gate entrance, one of the many pledging sorority girls is standing there collecting money and stamping hands.
They obviously didn’t think this out, having a sorority girl handle the money and being expected to make change.
“We have reserved tickets under Leah Bennett,” I tell her.
Flipping through the stack of envelopes, she pulls one out with my name written on the front. I try to sneak a peek, seeing if there are any other envelopes that say Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs, but of course I can’t make any of them out.
Giving me a once over and a haughty look that I’m sure to get all day, she hands me the three tickets and tells me to go towards the left to get to the family section.
“I love seeing snotty bitches faces go blank when they find out who their one and only has been claimed with,” Summer comes beside me, loops her arm with mine, and whispers in my ear with a devious laugh that makes me smile.
“I know, right? I think she just shit her pants,” I laugh back.
And just like that I go from sour and scared shitless to proud girlfriend, ready to watch her boyfriend kick some Ithaca ass.
Taking our seats in the section labeled “reserved” that is front and center to the field, I skim the people around us wondering which ones are Matt’s parents. Realizing I have no clue what I’m looking for– maybe an older looking Matt or a female version?– I give up and just come out and ask Collin.
“Are Matt’s parents here yet?” I ask.
Collin gives me a confused look before responding, “No, they won’t be here.”
My stomach knots seeing the sad expression on Summer’s face and it dawns on me that they either never come to his games or they don’t exist at all. I know that no matter how much shit I’ve put my parents through, they will always support me. Feeling my heart break in two, I look back and forth between Collin and Summer in question, hoping that they will elaborate.
Collin stares at me with an unreadable expression. “He hasn’t had it very easy–”
“…And let’s hear it for our Cortland Red Dragons,” the commentator announces over the intercom, interrupting our conversation to announce the football player’s entrance to the field.
As much as I want to hear the rest, my eyes are immediately drawn to number twelve leading the pack with
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