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VII

"Hey, sorry for this being random as fuck, Jordy, but you're down to hang at the game tonight, right?" Symere said, sounding out of breath. I laughed, putting my hand on his shoulder, telling him, "Nah, I'm gonna try to avoid you as much as possible tonight." Symere began to look legitimately look sad, with these really big eyes, and sad little frown. 'Woah, woah, woah, just kidding, Sy," I announced, "you was really boutta make me cry with that face."

Symere laughed his adorable little laugh, and said, "I'm kidding too, but at least I know how to make you sad now." I hit him on the arm, laughing, "Noooooooooooo, but I'll see you tonight, Sy." Symere gave me a tight hug before waving goodbye and saying "Bye, Jordy."

I got back into the car, where I found Caleb on his phone waiting for me, "Damn, y'all dating or sum?" he asked. "Hell nah," I quickly responded, "Symere and I are just mad close."

"Mhm," Caleb huffed, "y'all probably boutta fuck tonight, and you know I'm right." I rolled my eyes, "Shut the fuck up." Caleb gave me a look he always gave me when he was high, that signified that he knew he was right. "No need to be all salty on my ass." Caleb replied, as we left the parking lot and drove home. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I sure as hell wanted to do stuff like that with Symere later, but I knew it would never happen.

THREE HOURS LATER:

Three hours, a quick conversation with my parents, and one borrowed t-shirt later, I had arrived back to school with Caleb. Caleb searched through his vast closet to look for any sort of Lithia Springs merch he had. With the already large amount of clothes within his wardrobe, it was not more than ten minutes before one was found and I was in it.

"Look, this is all you really need to know," Caleb explained as we walked towards the stadium from the parking lot, "unless you're planning on buying some extreme ecstasy or picking up a really bad sophomore hoe tonight, do NOT go underneath the grand stand, because that is exactly what you will find. I nodded my head, not really wanting any of that kinda shit anyways. Nasty ass sophomores probably don't even know what fucking is, to be honest.

We purchased our tickets, and approached the student section, where it was filled with a fuck-ton of other students. I somehow, was able to spot Symere and Montero from like a mile away, though. They were sitting on the far edge of a bench, near the row, so they weren't too difficult to find anyways. I ran up towards them, excited to spend my night with them.

Caleb had told me that he was going to go find Travis, and that he would catch up with me later, so I went straight towards both of them, who both gave me really big hugs (something I had just become accustomed to by this point). Throughout most of the first half, we didn't even pay attention to the game that much, but rather just talked about school and things of the like. It was through these exchanges that I discovered that Jonathan was on the football team. Figures.

That meant that I, or anyone else for that matter, could go stand up to this motherfucker tonight at least. We continued to talk until around halftime, when Montero declared that he had to use the restroom. Seeing as halftime was less than thirty seconds away, we took advantage of the time and walked over to the concession stands, which the bathrooms were located next to. While walking over to the restrooms, I took notice that I hadn't received any sort of contact from Caleb; no texts, phone calls, Snaps, FaceTime calls or anything else. I found it a little off, considering he always responded relatively quickly. So, as a result, I tried to contact Travis, who he had gone searching for, but got the same response: no response.

Symere claimed that he didn't have to use the restroom, and was now just going to purchase a Coca-Cola from the concession stand, so now, just Montero and I went into the restroom, which shockingly enough, had no line. Montero ran to the stall, seeming to have to take a shit kinda badly, which I just left him to do while I took a piss, and left the restroom before Montero even got out of the damn stall.