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57: I Don't Drink

"Rest in defeat
We can't be beat!
We'll be your killers
The purple and silvers!
Cry and shake
We are the snakes!
You will worship
The King of Serpents
Hear us loud!
Hear us proud!
You must be masochists
For taking on the Basilisks!"

The entire stadium screamed the memorized chant as the game continued at a dizzying speed. All I really knew was we were up by 4 points and counting...and that Liam looked hella fine in a football uniform.

Alice was yelling beside me, her cheerleader taking a backseat to the loud coach. "Come on, boys! It's Swiss cheese out there! Fill those gaps before you let another one go. And really, ref! Open your eyes! That was a fumble!"

I wasn't even pretending to follow along, mindlessly cheering for Liam as he bounded fantastically in the heaven sent outfit. For all I cared I could have been watching him do ballet in it and would still find him one of the most manliest things my eyes had ever had the pleasure to stare at unforgivingly.

My stomach growled as I readjusted myself on the hard bleachers. "I'm gonna go grab something to eat, want anything?" I half-shouted at Alice, standing up and brushing myself off.

"I spent my money on the churros!" She pouted, pointing to the dozen wrappers at her feet. "Hindsight, I probably shouldn't have boughten so many."

Laughing at her sheepish expression, I hopped off of the bleachers, humming the chant happily.

"Excuse me?" A man a few feet away from me waved his hand, his face hidden as he stood against the bright football lights.

I looked behind me, expecting someone to be waving back, but they all had their backs turned or were intently watching the game.

"Me?" I pointed to myself unsurely, feeling uneasy as I took a step towards the man.

Nothing could happen here, right? I mean, there were people everywhere—at least that's what I reasoned with myself.

"You look like a fan—where's number five?" He asked, pointing to the field.

I shook my head, showing a small wavering smile, "I'm not really familiar with the game..." I looked down at my getup, "This is a friends."

He grumbled something sexist about girls in annoyance, "Who's the quarterback?"

"Um," I frowned, feeling my skin prickle at the prospect of the guy possibly looking for Liam. "Who are you? Why do you want to know?" My voice unusually steady, pronounced slowly while I scowled at the unease in my gut.

"Forget it." He turned away, his fists clenching at his sides.

With the shake of my head, I left the creepy guy staring intently at the field—searching for someone with a desperation.

Grabbing a coke, I kept my eyes on his back.

"That's three dollars, Miss." The young man in the food truck said, taking my attention off of the guy as I scrambled for change.

"Three dollars." I exhaled loudly, not impressed. I grabbed the dollars out of my pocket, a black line catching my attention. "Oh!" With an exclamation, I placed the money down on the truck, keeping the one dollar with the numbers on it. "Keep the change," I mumbled distractedly, taking the coke as I walked back to Alice.