The first football home game is f*****g freezing. Adam, Chevelle, and Xavier sit on the bleachers to watch their brothers play. Although Fisher was called up from JV to varsity for this game, he most likely won’t play. They just wanted extra players since Greywall is known for playing rough.
Donna is arranging candy bars and chip stacks beside me in the concession stand.
“I got this, Donna. You go and do whatever else you need to.” Please.
Her hand falls to my forearm. “I don’t know where Marla is, and I hate to leave you by yourself.”
“I’m sure she’ll be here soon. Plus, I’ve been doing this for three years. I can handle it.”
“If you’re sure?” She squeezes my forearm, or more my jacket and sweatshirt underneath.
“Promise.” I slide my arm out of her hand. Sometimes I wonder if she fo
