Alive and Shattered

Alive and Shattered: Chapter Twenty Two {Adena's POV}

Adena’s POV:

 

Quinton and I emerged from our car and looked towards the football field. It was covered in bounce houses, small booths, and all kinds of games. It was Senior Field Day, and I was oddly excited. Quinton and I got in line behind a group of seniors who were waiting to enter the field.

Even though I was surrounded by so many things, I could only think of Dylan. This weekend had been so eventful. On Friday, I was kicked out of my house. On Saturday, Dylan and I hung out, went to his house, got into a huge fight, and departed ways. And on Sunday, Dylan found out my biggest secret and we kissed.

As Quinton and I headed towards the line, I couldn’t help but think of having to get help. I wasn’t sure if I wanted help for my problem. It was my way to cope with my feelings, the only thing keeping me alive. Then again, Dylan might do that for me.

“Hey!” Grady yelled as he came to stand with us. “Ready to party?” He questioned with a laugh.

“This isn’t really a party,” I stated.

“Well, Sassy Susan,” Grady replied sharply. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I saw a dunk tank! I’m dunking one of you,” Quinton nodded towards me.

“Not me,” I snapped jokingly.

“Awh, not you! That was my plan.” I giggled, punching him in the arm. As the line moved up, more seniors added themselves to the back. After waiting for about five minutes, we finally signed in and were left to have fun. Quinton and Grady sprinted over towards the ring toss booth and I followed behind them.

As they started to throw the rings and missing the bottles, I looked around at all the faces. A lot of seniors were already walking around from booth to booth playing game after game. I looked over my shoulder and I saw him.

Dylan.

He was standing off to the side talking to a friend. He laughed at something his friend said, causing me to smile as well. Jackie walked over to him, grabbed onto his arm and pulled him away from his friend. My smile disappeared as I found myself becoming angry.

Why was he with her? I shook my head and looked back to Quinton and Grady’s game. Was I getting jealous?

“I’ll play someone,” I shouted, trying to get those thoughts out of my head.

“Bring it!” Grady challenged. With our rings in our hands, Grady and I competed to see who would get the most rings on bottles. Grady and I were tied, two rings on two bottles. Each of us had only one ring left. Tossing mine slightly, it landed on a bottle. I clapped in victory and turned to Grady.

He tossed the ring and it bounced off the bottle and onto the ground.

"No!" Grady yelled in defeat.

"Bamn!" I yelled with a laugh. Quinton grabbed onto my arm and threw it in the air.

"And the winner is... Adena Serre!" He shouted as Grady frowned.

“Well... the only way to deal with defeat is to eat. I just so happened to see a lovely booth down thatta way filled with my kind of food. Ya with me Quinton?”

“Totally! Food always makes a man happy!” Quinton smiled. I rolled my eyes.

The amount of food they eat could feed an army. It was sickening at times, but I loved them. I followed after them as they walked...well, jogged...to the food booths. The smell of beef, fries, and popcorn filled my senses. We got in line behind a really short senior.