“Is she always like this?” Nova asked me, brushing her long purple hair over one shoulder.
“Pretty much,” I replied as I finished lacing my Converse.
“It’s the last game of the season and Cade’s last game ever!” Thea exclaimed. “How can I not be excited? This is going to be epic!”
I looked at Nova and shrugged.
“It’s football,” Nova stated in a deadpan voice.
“And it’s amazing,” Thea countered.
“At least I can take pictures.” Nova held her camera close.
“Pictures? There’s no time for pictures!” Thea grabbed a Huntley University sweatshirt and shrugged into it. “You have to watch the game!” She grabbed a beanie and put it on as well.
“Yeah, Nova, you have to watch the game,” I laughed.
“Is Jace going to be there?” She asked, brightening.
“No,” Thea grabbed her shoes from the closet, “he never goes to the games.”
“Well I didn’t either until today,” Nova countered. “How did I get suckered into this again?”
“Well, Thea bribed you with coffee and suckered you into it,” I replied, pulling my hair into a ponytail. It was windy and the last thing I wanted was my hair whipping my face through the whole game.
“Dammit,” Nova laughed, “coffee is my weakness.”
“I’m ready,” Thea finally declared.
The three of us headed over to the stadium and while I’d attended most of the games I’d never seen one as crowded as this.
“Are there going to be enough seats for all of these people?” I asked Thea under my breath.
She laughed. “Of course, silly.”
I was still doubtful despite her positivity.
We took our seats and my body got that familiar hum of excitement.
“Hey, look,” Thea pointed, “it’s my dad!”
I leaned forward, craning my neck to see the man she pointed at. Yeah, that was definitely their dad. I hoped he didn’t do or say anything to Cade. Cade was such a positive and happy person. He didn’t need his father trying to cut him down.
Nova lifted her camera, taking pictures of the crowd, the field, everything really.
“I’m so excited,” Thea rubbed her hands together.
“I can tell,” I mumbled under my breath. Thea was always super hyper at football games, sometimes annoyingly so.
“I’m going to go talk to my dad and I’ll be back.” Before I could reply she slipped out of her seat and down the steps.
“Is she going to be like that for the whole game?” Nova asked, lowering her camera to her lap.
“No.”
“Thank God,” she breathed a sigh of relief.
“She gets worse,” I laughed.