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YaYa Pov
Oct. 16 8:42 pm
ɴᴏʀᴛʜᴠɪᴇᴡ ʜɪɢʜꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ
IT'S THREE minutes till halftime and I'm honestly ready to go home. Between Kahil constantly cheering in my ear & Chris complaining about getting bit by mosquitos, I'm quite annoyed.
I had spotted Brandon's number as soon as the game started. I wanted to cheer, but the girl three or four people away from me beat me to it.
I don't know who she is but I know she's not his sister because he told me she was away at college. So I just assumed that was his girlfriend.
Plus the cheesy "#13 on the field but #1 in my heart" shirt kind of gave it away.
I didn't want to step on anyone's toes so I decided against calling out his number.
I shoved another handful of popcorn into my mouth as Jamesgrove took another big hit. We were losing, but not by much. The buzzer went off and the teams broke off into to groups on the sidelines of the field.
The girl stood and accended down the bleachers and onto the sidelines where Brandon stood. I couldn't help but watch their interaction.
"What's wit da face?", Chris asked detaching me from my daze.
"What face?"
"The face you always make when you thinking too hard. Whats up?", He slings an arm over me protectively. Kahil takes key and tunes into the conversation.
"There's no face", I give him a soft, forced, smile. He narrows his eyes trying to analyze me.
"I'm here bitches!", Edwin's familiar voice cuts through the nice fall air. My eyes trailed over to where he was. He had Vanessa attached to him in a baby carrier.
