Empire High Elite (Empire High #2) - Ivy Smoak Page 0,72
must have gone to a few games last year. But I didn’t even question her, because she was jumping up and down with a smile on her face. I hadn’t seen her smile in a week. It was like I finally had my friend back. It had been so hard seeing her walk around like a shadow of her former self.
“You’re in a good mood again,” I shouted to her over the crowd.
“That’s because I got revenge,” she said.
“Revenge? What do you mean?” I was yelling at the top of my lungs so she could hear me.
“I started a rumor that Cupcake has a little dick!”
I didn’t know when it happened, but the crowd had definitely hushed right before she said, “Cupcake has a little dick.” A gasp fell out of my mouth. I couldn’t even help it.
A few students turned their heads to look at us.
“Joe Dickson has a small dick!” she yelled, just in case someone in the stadium hadn’t heard. “It’s the size of a peanut!”
“Kennedy!” I grabbed her arm to pull her back down to her seat as we had both exploded in a fit of giggles. A few other kids snickered. “Oh my God, that was amazing.”
Her smile grew even wider. “If he’s going to tell the whole school I was an easy lay, I can at least prevent him from doing it to someone else with that tidbit of information.”
I wanted to ask her if it was true. If Cupcake really did have a mini-dick. But I didn’t want her smile to disappear. If she’d wanted to tell me any more details, she would have. And it made me sick to my stomach to know that she might not remember any more details. Because that asshole had drugged her. He deserved this. Hopefully no one at this school would ever fall for his games now.
I pulled her into my side, keeping us both warm. “You’re amazing,” I said.
“I know. Let’s hope our team is as good as they were last year. Because I seriously hate Bernstein Prep.”
I didn’t mind the change of subject. This was my first homecoming game. My first high school football game ever, actually. And it didn’t matter that I was in love with one of the players. Used to be in love. I was going to try to enjoy this. If Kennedy was smiling, I could smile too.
Besides, this was the first time where I was able to stare at Matt without Isabella giving me shit. Or someone else being suspicious. I could stare at two of the Untouchables unabashedly. And they were both freaking amazing, totally lost in their element. It seemed like every pass Mason made went straight into Matt’s arms.
“Go Matt!” I yelled and jumped to my feet as he rushed toward the endzone.
His head turned like he could hear me. And maybe he had, because I swore for just a second we locked eyes. Right before some asshole from Bernstein Prep completely decked him. I threw my hand over my mouth.
“Stop distracting them,” Kennedy said and pulled me back down into my seat.
“Is he okay?” I wanted to run down there and make sure. But a piece of me hated myself for it. He’d never run after me in public.
“Of course. He’s used to being tackled. See.”
Matt was already standing up, straightening his jersey over his pads. He looked back up at me in the stands and my heart started racing. He ran his index finger across the tip of his nose. My heart melted. Our secret signal.
But then he turned his head as if he was looking for someone else. My heart started beating faster. Who else was he looking for? Was I even allowed to be jealous? I’d spent every night the past week in Miller’s arms. But I still found myself following Matt’s gaze, my heart beating faster.
My eyes landed on his mother. Mrs. Caldwell was staring right at me, a smile on her face. I quickly looked away. I didn’t know what that meant. Matt said she’d seen me at my uncle’s funeral. Did she recognize me now? Did she know I was responsible for breaking her son’s heart? And if so, why was she smiling?
“I really hope they go for a two-point conversion if they score,” Kennedy said. “Prescott is shitty at converting the PAT.”
“How do you know so much about football?” I asked. I needed her to distract me from Mrs. Caldwell’s prying eyes. But when I looked at Matt’s