It All Started With The Kidnapping

Chapter 21 - A Night to Remember

Luna's pov

Ugh, it was after school, and I was staring at my closet, trying to figure out what to wear to the football game. I'm not used to doing typical teenage stuff—my life has never been anything close to normal. I felt completely lost. It's been two hours since school ended, and now I only have one hour to get ready. I had no clue where to start, so I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and dialed the one person who might actually be helpful right now. She picked up after two rings, her voice dripping with annoyance. "Ugh, what do you want?"

I suddenly remembered she was in a bad mood. "Um, well, if it's not too much trouble, I could really use your help."

I heard her shuffle around before saying, "Send me your address. I'll be right over." I couldn't help but smile—I knew I could count on her. I quickly sent Sara my address and then settled onto the sofa, waiting for her to arrive. Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the front door. I got up, walked over, and opened it to find Sara standing there with a couple of bags in hand. Do I even want to know what's in those bags? She pushed past me, glancing around. "Damn, girl, you're living like a queen now." I just shook my head and closed the door behind her

I turned around with a sigh, "Tell me about it. Come on, follow me." I led her upstairs to my room, which was a total mess—clothes were strewn everywhere because I had no clue what normal people wear to events like this.

"Wow, did someone try to rob you?" Sara asked, glancing around at the chaos.

I just kicked some clothes into a corner, shrugging. "Nope, I just have no idea what to wear for something like this."

She laughed, dropped the bags on the bed, and said, "What you really mean is you don't know how to live like a teenager. Don't worry, I've got you covered tonight." I just rolled my eyes and moved toward the bags she brought. As I reached out to open one, Sara slapped my hand away. "Keep your dirty hands off," she scolded, and then started pushing me toward the bathroom. Once we got there, she said, "Take a shower—I'll handle everything. Thanks to you, we've got less than an hour to get ready, so hurry up." She shut the door behind me. Well, okay then. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and jumped into the shower.

After about 15 minutes, I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around myself, and walked into my bedroom. There was Sara, sprawled out on my bed with two bags of chips—Goldfish and Cheez-Its—watching Netflix on my TV. "What the hell, dude? I didn't invite you over to raid my snacks."

She jumped up, quickly grabbed some clothes from one of the bags, and tossed them at me. "Change into these," she said. I caught them and was about to head back to the bathroom when a thought crossed my mind.

I turned and asked, "How did you know I needed help figuring out what to wear?" She just smiled, and I shook my head before shutting the door. I glanced at the clothes she tossed me—a gray cropped shirt with the number '17' on it and a pair of black skinny jeans. After I changed into the outfit, she walked in and told me to sit on the bathroom counter. I followed her instructions, and she started working on my hair, expertly braiding it into French pigtails.

"One last thing, and we're done," Sara said as she walked out of the bathroom. I followed her, and she pulled something from her bag—black Converse sneakers.

"Hurry up, we're going to be late!" Sara shouted.

We were in the school parking lot, and Sara was yelling at me because I was still putting on my shoes. "Hold on, gosh, we're not going to be late," I replied, finishing up with the laces. As we stepped out of Sara's truck, I had a feeling this was going to be an interesting night.

We made it through the gates and found our seats in the bleachers, a bit higher up than I expected. As I said, we weren't late. I looked out at the field, where the players were warming up. Our team looked tense—understandable, given we were up against our biggest rivals. I scanned the field for Theo and quickly spotted him wearing number 17. No wonder Sara had me wear this shirt.