Page 97 of Bookworm
"Not sure if you remember, but soccer's a popular sport in Chariot."
A total understatement, and Scarlett's tone was laced with sarcasm.
I did know. Of course, I did. You couldn't grow up in Chariot, North Carolina,let alone the Kent household, without getting swept up insoccer mania. My uncle had gone to CHS at the same time as Bo's dad, and the stories of the two of them, Becks Kent and Ash Stryker, their unstoppable talent, the championships they'd brought home to CHS, were the stuff of legend. Itdidn't hurt that both of them went on to have super successful careers in college and then professional soccer. Anyway, Scarlett had a point. No doubt there would be a lot of people. But…
"The games always sell out," I said, "but luckily, we already got tickets.Relax, sis.It's all good."
"Kickoff, jump ball, or whatever-the-heck-they-call-it is in fiveminutes," she said. "We'relike the last ones here."
I peered around then said, "I don't think so.People were parking at the same time as us."
"Yeah, but I bet they weren't personally invited by the star of the team."
"Stryker just did that to keep up appearances," I said.
"Hmmm."
I shot her a look. "I know that sound."
She shrugged. "Then you should know I call B.S.He wantsyou here, Lotte. That's why he asked you to come. Period."
"If you say so."
"I do," she said, holding up her hands. "You're his girlfriend."
"Fake girlfriend," I muttered.
"What's Bo going to think if he looks to the stands, and you're not there?"
Before I could answer, Scarlett literally clucked her tongue at me.
"And I still don't get the outfit."
"What's wrong with how I look?" I asked offended.
Scarlett eyed me up and down, pursed her lips thenshook her head. "I don't even know where to start."
With a huff, I picked up the pace. We'd both been right.The Chariot High Trojans drew a big crowd, but I was able to find us an empty stretch of bleachers, half-way to the top, that afforded an awesome view of the field.Tugging her down next to me, I turned to her.
"Happy now?" I asked.
"Very," she said with a grin. "We're not late."
"I told you we'd be fine." I lowered my voice. "And why are you giving me a hard time? I specifically chose this look for tonight."
I pointed to my hair.
"The Princess Leia buns are for empowerment and good luck."
Scarlett sighed.
"I made this t-shirt to show my school spirit."
"The tee is okay," she said.
"And I wore the hoodie and sweatpants—"
"The frumpy, shapeless hoodie and sweatpants," she cut in.
