“You too,” I say before ending the call.
I’ve never been to a soccer game before, but I expected it to feel like this—a rush of adrenaline from both the players and the fans.What I didn’t expect was to have no idea what’s going on.My eyes are fixed on Fox as he moves across the field, handling the ball like it’s second nature.He doesn’t know I’m here, and I want to keep it that way.
“Remind me what we’re doing here again?”Nat asks, sounding unimpressed.
“Support, I guess,” I shrug, turning to look at her.She’s sitting beside Landon, who’s wedged between us.I know he’s uncomfortable—I forced him to come, after all.
“Clearly he doesn’t need our support,” Nat says, gesturing to the crowd around us.
I glance back, taking in the screaming fans.Girls hold up cardboard signs with Blaze’s name scrawled across them in bold, glittering letters.
“I love you, Blaze!”one of them yells, her voice piercing.
Another shouts, “Get me pregnant, Fox!”
I grimace, covering my ears.
Landon bursts out laughing at my reaction, and even Nat chuckles beside him.
“You’re not the only one who wants Wilder,” Nat teases.“Half the girls in school want to sleep with him, and the other half want to have his babies.”
“Gross,” I mutter, turning back to the game.
Blaze glances toward the stands and spots me.Our eyes meet, and he smiles.I return the gesture, but his gaze shifts to Landon beside me.His smile falters.
“Fuck,” Landon mutters under his breath, rubbing his palms together nervously.Blaze looks away as the referee blows the whistle.
The other team is losing, and it’s clear Blaze and Fox are the best players on the field.Still, something feels off.I glance at Landon, who’s whispering something to Nat.My stomach churns—am I being paranoid, or is something going on between Blaze and Landon?
“You want to tell me what’s going on?”I ask Landon.
He looks at me, his expression guarded.“What do you mean?”
I tilt my head toward the field.“With Blaze.”
Landon bites his lip, his gaze flicking toward the game.“Nothing.”
“You’re lying,” I say flatly.“This isn’t just about him being an asshole to you.What’s going on?”
Landon doesn’t answer, but Nat rolls her eyes.
“Just tell him,” she says.“He’s your friend.”
“Tell me what?”I press.
“It’s complicated,” Landon mutters.
“Tell me what?”I repeat, my voice firmer.
Landon sighs heavily, his shoulders slumping.“Blaze was my ex.”
My jaw drops.“What?Ex?As in you two dated?”
Landon nods reluctantly.
Nat chimes in, “And Landon still has feelings for him.”
Oh, God.This is too much.
