Samson

Epilogue

Ford~

It'd been a little over a month since all that shit had gone down with Brayden Mahoney and those Ridgeview fucks, but life was still far from normal. Very few people knew that Charlie had been actually kidnapped, but practically everyone had seen the video of the fight. So, a lot had changed since that day, and that included the rivalry between Ridgeview and Eastwood.

The rivalry no longer felt like good, old-fashioned, teenage angst filled with testosterone.

No.

Now it felt like a fight to the death.

Brayden Mahoney's dad hadn't been able to buy him out of serving time for assault and kidnapping, but he'd been able to buy him a great fucking attorney that'd gotten his sentenced reduced to a joke. There'd been one very important thing that had slipped our minds in the midst of everything that had happened, and that'd been that some of us had been only seventeen-years-old at the time of the fight, putting Samson, Raiden, and Ridgeview's Bryant Mitchell and Trent Mercer in the hot seat. Samson's parents and Raiden's parents had been forced to swallow that bitter pill when Mackenzie and Charlie had begged them to work out a deal.

So, in exchange for Brayden only serving a year in juvenile hall for aggravated stalking, no charges had been pressed against any of the eighteen-year-olds that had participated in the fight. Plus, since he hadn't participated in Alistair's beating, Brayden had only been charged as a non-participating accomplice. We'd been lucky that the cops had known us and hadn't asked for IDs the day of the fight, or else Samson and Raiden would have also been arrested that day.

Not for nothing, Mackenzie had also been issued a restraining order that expired after five years, and Charlie had been granted one that would go into effect the day Mahoney was released from juvie, which was something.

There was also the fact that, while Samson and Mackenzie were good, Raiden and Charlie weren't. Raiden avoided her when he could, and she pretended like she didn't care. Still, I didn't press Raiden because the boy wouldn't talk unless he was ready to, but the entire thing was awkward as fuck.

As for me, tonight was the game against Ridgeview and the atmosphere at school had been positively medieval all day long. Even Eastwood students that didn't normally follow football had been calling for their heads. The stadium was going to be packed, and I wouldn't be surprised if the place was crawling with police.

I had my bag hauled over my shoulder as I made my way to the locker room, trying my best to focus on the game. Duke had dropped me off because Raiden had been running late, and when I turned the corner, I saw the only girl that I hated running into.

Amelia Prescott.

However, being Steele Prescott's twin sister, I saw her around a lot. Plus, having always been friends with Charlie, Amelia was now good friends with Mackenzie, and you could often see them all together with Alistair, of course. He had fared well from his ordeal, and except for a scar that split his left eyebrow in half, you'd never know that he'd been jump by all those assholes.

They really were going to get a beating tonight.

"Prescott," I called out as we closed the distance between us.

"Abrams," she replied with a smirk.

"Come to cheer me on?" I teased, even knowing that she was here for her brother and no one else.

"I'm here to see you guys murder Ridgeview." She leaned in closer like a conspirator. "Figuratively speaking, of course."

Amelia threw me a wink, and my thoughts shot back to the day that Raiden had been talking about how sometimes a girl just needed to be chased, and it was up to us to do the chasing.

I stepped closer to the spunky beauty. "I have an extra jersey you can wear," I remarked, sending her a wink of my own.

She arched a brow. "My brother's jersey fits just fine, Abrams," she replied, a touch of haughtiness in her tone.

"I think mine would fit you better," I tossed back.

Amelia smiled, and her voice was playful, even if her words were harsh. "I'm not interested in a jersey that fits everyone, Abrams."

Game fucking on.

The End.