Wicked

Chapter Eleven

Gameday.

If you were to tell me a month ago, that I would be going to a Football game I would have laughed at you. Now, I'm not only going, but excited to go. Granted, that's solely due to seeing Daniel. All day in class, I had been spacing out, wondering what it is exactly they do at Football games. Was there going to be food? I was bursting at the seams with questions, all of which Addison was able to answer.

"There's food and no you don't have to wear a jersey. Wear your combat boots though, sometimes it gets muddy." I wanted to hug her I was so thankful. Today, her natural hair was in a bun wrapped on top of her head in a rainbow hue. She had recently re-dyed it, now it was fuchsia pink, dark red, and orange highlights.

"Thank you, thank you!" I clapped happily. She and I shared a laugh. We were going to Addie's after school and Silvia was going to drive us to the game. I guess it was on the way to her favorite bar. Silvia wasn't like any other Grandma I had met. She also drove a Thunderbird, which made her even more amazing.

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School dragged on, but once it was overtime flew by. I was in Silvia's car, a 1980 Ford Thunderbird in cherry red. Silvia didn't like driving us, so she let Addie drive. She said it was because her eyes were starting to fade on her, but I think it was because she liked to sip her Whiskey and Cola in the backseat.

"Watch out!" I screamed, my voice growing coarse. As Addie was driving a black cat sat in the middle of the street. The seatbelt tightened, causing the wind to give way in my chest. Addie slammed on the breaks and we skidded towards the cat. Thankfully, the car screeched to a stop before the car was hit.

"Where did that cat come from?" Addie sounded so baffled. I looked at her, our eyes wide. There was a noise from the backseat.

"Damn cat made me spill my drink, it better be dead." Silvia slurred, tipping halfway over into the seat next to her. I closed my eyes.

"Silvia! You don't mean that." Addie tried to chide her Grandma, but Silvia just rolled her eyes and drank the rest of her drink. She didn't need to go to the bar, she was already sloshed. "Corn? Will you go with me to make sure the cat is alright?" I bit my lip. I really didn't want to, but I was pretty sure she had missed the cat. Nodding, I pushed open the side door.

The cat wasn't there -- anymore.

"It's gone?" I hadn't meant it like a question.

"It probably ran away while we were talking." Addie sounded like she was trying to convince herself. Either way, we both shrugged it off and hopped back into the car. Silvia was complaining about us taking so long -- her friends were waiting for her. Addie drove the rest of the way in silence, her hands at ten and two. She was a good driver, but she wasn't sixteen yet, so she didn't have her license. This meant someone was going to have to pick us up after the game. I definitely didn't want that person to be Silvia.

"I can see if Mike can give you a ride?" I almost externally grimaced. I didn't like Mike, especially at how he had been treating Addie. It seemed like every other day they were in a fight. Each time, she forgave him. I couldn't tell her how I knew, but he was cheating on her. I just didn't have proof I could show her. I didn't want her to hurt, so I kept my mouth shut because I knew she would find out soon enough.

"Thanks," I told her and pursed my lips.

We walked around to the Football field. The bleachers were packed and the game hadn't started yet. We bypassed the bleachers and headed straight for the concession stand. I hadn't eaten since lunch and I was starving. I bought popcorn, nachos, and chips. They had more food options, but they all had meat options. Addie bought a hot dog and fries and we attempted at finding a seat.