Chapter 9

Michelle

I’m so out of place. I came to watch Maddox’s football game but didn’t realize the stadium would be so PACKED with people.

My nerves are jittering around, and I’m close to puking.

I’ve never once before went to one of these games. My heart is racing, and I think I might be sick AND broke.

Stupid as I am, I bought the ticket with my own money, and now I’m surrounded by shouting and whistling fans.

I didn’t realize this game would be so huge. Outside the stadium, children were getting their faces painted. There is a freaking orchestra playing music, and I’m staring at some girls holding up these banderoles.

It feels like I’ve stepped into a movie.

A trio of good-looking blonde women with colors painted on their faces holds up this thing that says, “WE WANT MADDOX’S BABIES!!”

I find that sickening to write since they don’t know him.

But maybe that kind of thing is normal to write?

Further down, another says, “Jason, call me!!”

Sighing, I sink into my seat. Maddox offered me a ticket for a better seat, but I said no since I thought its too early to sit with his parents.

Next to me, a girl leans forward. “Aren’t you excited?” Is she talking to me?

I blink, and she turns my way. 

She is pretty, blonde, and blue-eyed with pink cheeks and a warm smile. Her clothes are bright pastel, and her hair is caught in two buns with sparkly hairpins.

Sailor Moon?

Realizing she is waiting for an answer, I swallow. “Y-yeah… I guess you could say that. This is the first game I’ve ever been to.”

“Really?” The girl beams at me. She has braces, the only flaw to her otherwise perfect pretty girl appearance. “I’ve been to plenty of them myself since I know someone on the team.”

“Oh..” I blink repeatedly. I’ve never had friends, but I want the conversation to continue. So I force myself to talk “Who is the person that you know?”

“Jason Deluca. He is a linebacker and plays for the Dashing Devils. We are childhood friends.”

I smile. “I have no idea who that is.”

“He wears number fifty,” she says. “I will point at him when they run out of the field, okay?”

“Okay.” “My name is

“Michelle.”

a hotdog. She is kind, and I think she has a crush on Jason. . The problem? Jason doesn’t know Addison is back in town. She is secretly here to check

when the game

checking out asses. I’m shy and afraid of men, but I’m not dead-I still have urges. And

Maddox.

happen. I’m too fucked in the head to ever have sex again. Not that I’ve

things are scary...

is acceptable, but getting sweaty and

want it, but… I’m

giggles. “Jason sure has grown himself a fine

enough with Addison to roll my eyes. Friendship can be bought, and she gave me a

that you’re back?” “It’s complicated,” Addison comments. “Jason

just say I was young and dumb in the past. I was popular and in love with scrawny crybaby Jason. Always had a crush on him, and I showed

lied! You’re not childhood

pained smile. “We were friends before I started

“It gets

“I

shake my head.

in reality, I was madly in love with him. Well, crushing on him… Anyway, there is no excuse for the shitty things I

no excuse at

parents went through a divorce, and I just channeled it through becoming a bully, but…

need to apologize to

kill me, Michelle. Have you looked at him lately?” she whistles lowly. “That boy

Jason…

laughs. “Shut up!

only came to this game to

talk some more through the

I’m using the binoculars to zoom in on the

is wearing the number one on his back, probably because he is the cockiest quarterback

yellow pants is

out of

and watch him run past other players with the ball pressed to the side of

fast for being

is yelling things, talking about

gets my adrenaline

Maddox, spellbound by the gigantic jerk of a football player. He jumps over that line and scores

and the girls next to me are going crazy for Maddox. Yelling all

And me?

part of me tingles while my chest fills with pride. Maddox is amazing at what he does! “Damn,” Addison says. “Number one

My cheeks turn molten,

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