Bailey
I wasn’t planning on going to the homecoming game. I don’t even know why I’m here.
Because Rayne talked me into it, I guess.
We sit way in the back, where we still have to squeeze to get seats.
I swear, the entire town showed up for this game. People are all dressed in blue and white, waving signs and pom-pons.
“Welcome Wolf Ridge!” Austin, student council president and one of the football alpha-holes, stands in the middle of the field with a microphone. “Before the game, we’ll be announcing the homecoming royalty.”
“Dammit, I wanted to steal you that crown,” I mutter to Rayne, who laughs. She’s been giving me the inside scoop on everyone around us—the who’s who of Wolf Ridge.
“From the junior class, the prince is Alex Shank.” The crowd cheers as one of the football players j
