the conversation. Thank heavens.
“No. I have zero regrets about those,” I tell Troy honestly.
His eyes turn to molten lava in a split second, and a small tent appears in the front of his pants. I’d laugh if Ben wasn’t around.
No, Charlie, you wouldn’t laugh. You would be down on your knees, having a different kind of breakfast.
Oh my God. My conscience can be such a whore.
“Can you please stop with the sexual innuendos? It was bad enough to witness you in an act of foreplay a minute ago.”
My eyes turn as round as saucers. “Ben! What the hell?”
“What? It’s true.” He shrugs.
“You can be such a brat sometimes.” I storm out of the kitchen, running to the stairs.
“Charlie, where are you going?” Troy asks me.
“To change.” And that’s all I say before I disappear into my room.
I’m so fucking embarrassed, it’s not even funny. And there I was, naively thinking Ben wasn’t aware of the context of my conversation with Troy. Stupid me.
30
TROY
Besides getting caught by Ben in the kitchen, I’d say the rest of the morning went smoothly. I wasn’t able to find a troll costume that I liked though, so that’s something I’ll need to sort in the coming week. It’s bad enough that my curiosity got me roped into participating; I’m not going to wear something embarrassing.
We’re now just outside the stadium in line to get in. It’s surreal to be with the fans and not in the locker room with my teammates. Technically, I have to head there and get ready with them, even if I’m sitting on the bench, but I want to make sure Charlie and Ben are situated before I have to leave them.
We missed tailgating, but I’m not sure if Charlie would have enjoyed it anyway. I still have hopes I can persuade her to come to the party tonight, and I didn’t want her turned off to the idea beforehand. The issue is Ben. He’s a teen, so technically, he could stay home alone, but I’m sure Charlie wouldn’t want that. And we can’t bring him with us since he’s a minor and it would be bad form to bring a kid to a party where booze was running freely.
As we stand in line, I’m recognized by some people, including fans of the opposing team. They’re our rival school after all; they know my face and hate my guts. The assholes attempt to get me riled up, but their taunts can’t find their mark. They’re on my turf, and soon the Rushmore crowd drowns out their stupid shit. Charlie becomes tense next to me, and with just a glance, I can tell she’s gearing up to defend my honor.
“Relax, babe. It’s okay. They’re gone now.”
“They were awful and so rude.” She seethes.
“I’m used to that. It’s no big deal.”
“Yeah, sis. If Troy cared about what others thought of him, he wouldn’t be dating you.” Ben laughs.
She hits him upside the head. “Quit being a brat.”
“Ouch.” He massages his head, glaring at Charlie. “I definitely shouldn’t have interrupted you two this morning. Now you’re in a mood.”
I chuckle, but when I catch her glowering at me, I try to cover my slipup with a cough.
We’re finally inside, and I make sure Charlie and Ben have everything they want from the concession stand before I escort them to their seats.
On our way down to the front row, I hear my name being called by someone in the crowd. I search the seats until I see Brooke waving animatedly at me. I wave back, but I don’t stop or change course. I can’t talk to her right now, nor do I want to.
“Was that your friend who came by the house when you got hurt?” Charlie asks.
“Yeah.”
“I’m surprised she hasn’t come by again,” Charlie adds.
“We’re not that close.” I almost add “anymore” but that would no doubt result in a string of questions, and now is not the time to go down memory lane.
Eventually, I’ll have to tell Charlie that Brooke is my ex. It was a punch to the gut to find out Blake was her ex from the douche canoe himself. I don’t want that to happen to her.
“Here we are,” I say when we reach our row.
Ben continues along until he finds his seat, but Charlie hangs back. “I wish you could stay with us. We’re bound to not understand a thing and cheer at the wrong times.”
“I highly doubt that’s going to happen.”
I reach for a strand of her hair