It was Friday night. The football game was in full swing. The band was performing their halftime show, our feature twirler was tossing her batons into the air. He and I had gone for some food.
The crowd of people enveloped me. Suddenly it became hard to breathe. One passing person. In the other direction let's her fake Louboutin purse slap me across the chest.
"OW! WATCH WHERE YOU ARE SWINGING THAT THING!" I go off.
She gives me an odd glare before turning and continuing to walk towards the bleachers.
"Just leave it Casey. Chill. Deep breath," he jokes.
"That girl had an extremely ugly and fake purse and slapped me with it!" I giggle as he pulls me into a hug.
"I love you," Marcus says, kissing the top of my head.
"I love you too."
"Casey. Snap out of it. What's going on with you?" Della says, waving her hand in front of my face.
"Nothing, I'm fine." I say, turning so her hands aren't in my face.
"You don't look fine. Ever since the break up, you have been all spacey and out of it," Courtney shrugs.
I start walking towards the gate, where we have to pay to get into the opening game of the season.
"No. Stop. You most certainly aren't fine. I know that tone. Stop and tell me what's wrong," Della demands, whipping me around so fast I may have gotten whiplash.
"I'm fine. It's just this reminds me of Marcus. And how we used to go to games together."
"Are you having one of those flashback crap things that are always in romantic movies?" She says, the sarcasm literally pouring from her tone.
"No," I say awkwardly, continuing towards the entry fee table.
"You are such a terrible liar!" She says, putting her arm around me.
"Alright, alright. Can we just enjoy tonight after you dragged me here, and not talk about he who shall not be named?''
"Oh, so now we are referring to your past loves as Voldemort, eh? Alright fine. I will, but you have to promise me something. Promise me you will find a new boy soon. Maybe someone who isn't popular, doesn't drink alcohol like it's chocolate milk, and isn't such a jerk. Got it?" Della jokes.
She just described him perfectly.
"Alright, I promise."
"Good, let's go get some nachos! I'm starving." Della says.
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This was a short chapter, I know. But I felt like it covered a lot for such a short chapter.
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