Kaylin Podmore's sophomore year of high school is just starting out with her boyfriend of three months, Lucas Mitchell. They spent their summer together with their friends and family as well as traveling across the country for races while also navig...
"Hey, where is my soda?" Owen asks when we return empty handed. "Ouch. What?" he asks Savannah while lifting his head to look at her after she smacks him from where she's now sitting behind him, her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Don't be an ass O," Savannah scolds him.
"Whatever," Owen replies. "But seriously. Where's my drink?"
"Shut up about the damn drink," Savannah huffs, more than likely figuring something must have happened below the bleachers.
"Hey, I gave her a dollar to get me one!"
"Here, take your fucking dollar," Whitney grumble, handing Owen his dollar back as I walk past him to go sit down next to Aubrey since Hayden and Austin have disappeared.
"Obviously," he mutters under his breath.
"Owen for the love of God, shut the fuck up already," Savannah sighs. "What happened?"
"Carson and Grace were down there and Carson tried to start shit again," Whitney says.
"What did he say?" Tessa asks.
"A whole bunch of pointless crap, then Grace was like guys, don't do this-" I start to explain.
"It's her new usual," Savannah cuts in.
"Anyway, Whitney made me stop fighting with him so we just left."
"He's such an ass," Aubrey groans, rolling her eyes. She is wearing her gray slouchy sweater with a ribbed mock turtleneck, cuffs and hemline that she's paired with her dark blue washed pair of high-rise skinny denim jeans. Her feet have been slipped into her black pair of western boots with seven-inch shafts that have v-shaped collars with leather lacing lined in fringe, pointed toes and three-inch western heels. She's also left her hair down and natural, mostly hiding her pair of three-link silver chain link drop earrings while her cognac mid-size crossbody bag with a shoulder strap and a foldover zip-up pocket is resting on the bleacher next to her to save Hayden and Austin's seats.
"I know. I just don't know how to tell Lucas. He'll be pretty pissed with Carson for starting shit again and he'll probably want to deck him...again."
"Is it worth telling him? I mean, if it'll just make things worse?" Whitney asks.
"Lucas and I agreed not to keep things from each other and that's something Carson could bring up and Lucas would know I didn't tell him."
"I guess that's fair," she shrugs while looking down at a set of steps that lead up into the stands which I follow to see Grace and Carson walk back over to Carson's friends.
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"Hell yes!" I shout, throwing a fist in the air right as the game comes to an end with Henry Clay winning by seventeen points, 38-21 as the buzzer sounds.
"Let's get down there!" Whitney cheers, dragging Tessa and I with her out the stands.
The three of us begin to make our way down through the stands, leaving the rest of our group of friends behind, basically shoving our way through the crowds so we can get down on the field and to our guys.
