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“Sooo, Stella, how was your date yesterday?” As usual, Kira lacks any subtlety when asking about anything. “It wasn’t a date.” “You know it would break Gracie’s heart to hear that.” “I’m sure she’d live, because it was never a date.” She sighs dramatically. “Always crushing optimism for everyone else.” “We were working on a project, which you know, since you’re in our group.” “Hmm, maybe so, but you’re getting defensive, which means you maybe wished it was more than just studying?” “Are there any reactions in this situation that would dissuade you from your conclusion?” Kira cocks her head and pretends to think for a moment. “Not that I can think of.” “You’re impossible.” “Just improbable, because I am here after all. Say, have you …show more content…
The almost makeshift bleachers don’t seem enough to seat everyone, and eventually the people overflow to just be standing around the bleachers more than sitting. A few smart people who are probably veterans of this game have lawn chairs, but everyone else is out of luck. The Blackburn fans across the stadium are no joke either, leaving few gaps bigger than two people in their massive section of seating. I imagine the game is good for a football game, but I can’t help but wish maybe a little bit that this game was more like the last one. I almost miss having Jae by my side, not that I would admit it to anyone. Especially not Gracie or Kira. I would never hear the end of it then. The crowd is loud. Maybe I just didn’t notice how much at the last game, or maybe it’s worse this time because everyone is so excited. Regardless of which, the constant noise is working it’s way into my head and giving me a headache. Every couple minutes some people in our section start up a chant of “Hoou-ah, hoou-ah,” that lasts for a while then dies out, only to be started up again in a little …show more content…
I don’t see Gracie or Kira, so I check my phone. They’ll be waiting for me at the car because they wanted to make it out before it was a scramble. Oops. “My friends are waiting for me at the car again.” “So I’ll walk you again then.” “You don’t have to.” He shrugs. “But I’m going to.” Suddenly I’m reminded of the last time we did this. The color bomb and truckload of “popular” kids. Why is it that nobody seems to like Jae? I somehow doubt that he just started a fight with his team for no reason. Maybe there’s some reason they just think he’s worse than them. However, for some reason I doubt it’s socially acceptable to just ask “Hey, why does everyone seem to hate you?” On our way through the parking lot, we poke fun at a few girls who appear to be unable to fit a chair in the trunk of their car, even though it has to fit if they got it here. They’re all dressed in Dragon colors, with perky high ponytails and golden bows. “Do you know where you parked?” I search my mind for the answer. “That would be a very good