Guardians of Freecaster High #2
While most senior girls only have to worry about graduation and prom, Lexi Young has her hands full with helping her mom plan a wedding, mourning the loss of a close friend, fighting to hold onto the boy who returned...
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The Freecaster Falcons are kicking ass, and even those of us who are anti-school spirit are enjoying the fuck out of this game.
Josie's screaming at the top of her lungs and bouncing around in her seat, though I'm not entirely sure she understands what the fuck is going on. But she's vibing off the rest of the crowd around us and shouting when they do. Wilder and Travis are right along with her, but they actually get the game, while Kade and I enjoy watching the three of them make fools of themselves. And then there's Lex...
She's sitting beside me at the end of the bench, curled in on herself as she gazes off. I don't think she's even looked at the field once since the game started and hasn't said a word either. Her entire behavior's got me freaking out on the inside, stressing over what the hell's going on inside her head.
"Baby," I whisper into her ear as I throw an arm around her shoulders. "What's going on? You've been quiet the whole game."
Her back stiffens and her eyebrows raise before she quickly schools her face and shakes her head. But when she opens her mouth to say something the game announcer's voice blares through the speakers around the stadium.
"And that's the game! Falcons win, twenty-eight to twenty-six!"
The crowd around us goes nuts, shutting down anything Lex has to say as she smashes her lips together and looks away. But every muscle in her face pinches when she turns to the field, her back going rod straight.
Not wanting to fully take my eyes off of her, I quickly glance to see the team jumping around number 6 and slapping his back with excitement. He's a wide receiver that's put most of the points on the board throughout the game, so I'm not surprised he made the winning touchdown. What does surprise me though is the fucking name on the back of his jersey that I'm just now noticing...Miller.
Derek fucking Miller. That son of a bitch.
With everything going on this past week, it completely slipped my mind that he's on the football team. It's not my thing to memorize which asshole plays what sport, and Derek's such a weak shit it's hard to believe he plays a rough game. But there he is, in the endzone celebrating with his teammates like he's a fucking king. It makes me sick.
Though what really twists the growing sense of unease in my gut is why Lexi would even choose to be here. She hates Derek as much as the rest of us. So why come to his game? Why bring all of us here?
"Lex," I call, my tone dropping as I turn to face her.
She refuses to look at me, biting her lip and bouncing her knee repeatedly.
"What the fuck?" Travis scoffs a few seats down.
I look over to see him watching the field with confusion. But it's not just him, our whole group is looking out with equal expressions of incredulity The tension in my stomach tightens again. I look in the same direction and immediately jump to my feet.
