“It’s just practice today, right? We…we don’t have a game?”
Lanie shook her head. “No. There’s no game. I-I…guess they’re all here because…”
“Of what happened,” Brady finished for her. “Oh. So, they’re here to what? Keep an eye on us?”
“Probably,” Lanie answered as they walked down the field, past the concession stands and the rest room building and toward the center of the field.
“So, they’re just gonna be sitting there... watching us ? This sucks! I mean, this is our place! This…this sucks!” Brady complained, shooting an angry glare toward the stands.
Lanie agreed. The parents hardly ever came to watch practice, which meant the game field was a place the kids could hang out and do whatever they felt like doing without having to worry about getting caught. There weren’t that many places around Fells Pointe where the parents weren’t hanging around and watching, and now, thanks to whoever had…done that…to Stacy, there was one less place they could escape the all-seeing eyes of their families.
“What’s next? Are they going to start hanging out with us at The Pub? Or the Drive-In?” Brady demanded, clearly upset by the very prospect.
Lanie shrugged, having no answer for him. Things were different now, at least for the moment, so there was no telling what the parents would do in an effort to make sure their children were safe and didn’t wind up like Stacy. Though, it would be a shame if no one could hang out at the Drive-In for a while. The old, decrepit drive-in theatre on the outskirts of town was the preferred hangout spot for the kids around Fells Pointe. Without that place to run to in an effort to escape, everyone might just lose their minds.
“Devyn and Johnna are here,” Brady pointed out, nodding toward the opposite end of the field, where the Spirit Squad were all huddled around one another, their pristine white and royal blue uniforms seemingly over-bright against the back drop of trees. “I’ll give you a ride back after practice, okay? Don’t go off on your own.”
Brady veered off in the direction of his teammates and Lanie kept going down the field, but a deep voice calling her name stopped her.
“Lanie! Hey, wait up!”
Turning around, Lanie saw Chase Wylie coming toward her, his helmet under his arm and his dark hair mussed. As he walked, Lanie couldn’t help but notices the head of every girl in the stands turning to watch him. And she honestly didn’t blame them. Chase Wylie was a very tall, very good looking quarter back with vivid blue eyes, a crooked smile, and a face that could have been used to sell very expensive men’s cologne. He was, hands down, the most attractive boy at Fells Pointe High, which was why he had throngs of girls chasing after him. Of course, it also didn’t hurt that he was the son of the most influential and wealthy man in town. Even seventeen year old girls could keep an eye toward the future.
Chase had been through his fair share of girlfriends, which Lanie found rather offensive on some level. And that was why she had turned him down so many times over the past few months. She wasn’t into being just another notch in someone’s bed post, and good looks and a charming smile could not change her mind on that. Yet, when Chase had asked her out last week, she’d said yes. She was still confused about that decision.
“Hey, Lanie,” Chase greeted as he came to a halt in front of her. “I didn’t think you’d come out here today.”
Lanie lifted a shoulder. “I decided to stop by for a while,” she told him.
“Are you doing alright? I mean, you know, are you okay?” Chase questioned, his sparkling blue eyes filled with sympathy.
“I’m alright,” she answered, trying to keep her annoyance level to a minimum.
“Listen, do you still want to go out tonight? Or would you rather cancel?” Chase asked.
A little wave of
Lanie shook her head. “No. There’s no game. I-I…guess they’re all here because…”
“Of what happened,” Brady finished for her. “Oh. So, they’re here to what? Keep an eye on us?”
“Probably,” Lanie answered as they walked down the field, past the concession stands and the rest room building and toward the center of the field.
“So, they’re just gonna be sitting there... watching us ? This sucks! I mean, this is our place! This…this sucks!” Brady complained, shooting an angry glare toward the stands.
Lanie agreed. The parents hardly ever came to watch practice, which meant the game field was a place the kids could hang out and do whatever they felt like doing without having to worry about getting caught. There weren’t that many places around Fells Pointe where the parents weren’t hanging around and watching, and now, thanks to whoever had…done that…to Stacy, there was one less place they could escape the all-seeing eyes of their families.
“What’s next? Are they going to start hanging out with us at The Pub? Or the Drive-In?” Brady demanded, clearly upset by the very prospect.
Lanie shrugged, having no answer for him. Things were different now, at least for the moment, so there was no telling what the parents would do in an effort to make sure their children were safe and didn’t wind up like Stacy. Though, it would be a shame if no one could hang out at the Drive-In for a while. The old, decrepit drive-in theatre on the outskirts of town was the preferred hangout spot for the kids around Fells Pointe. Without that place to run to in an effort to escape, everyone might just lose their minds.
“Devyn and Johnna are here,” Brady pointed out, nodding toward the opposite end of the field, where the Spirit Squad were all huddled around one another, their pristine white and royal blue uniforms seemingly over-bright against the back drop of trees. “I’ll give you a ride back after practice, okay? Don’t go off on your own.”
Brady veered off in the direction of his teammates and Lanie kept going down the field, but a deep voice calling her name stopped her.
“Lanie! Hey, wait up!”
Turning around, Lanie saw Chase Wylie coming toward her, his helmet under his arm and his dark hair mussed. As he walked, Lanie couldn’t help but notices the head of every girl in the stands turning to watch him. And she honestly didn’t blame them. Chase Wylie was a very tall, very good looking quarter back with vivid blue eyes, a crooked smile, and a face that could have been used to sell very expensive men’s cologne. He was, hands down, the most attractive boy at Fells Pointe High, which was why he had throngs of girls chasing after him. Of course, it also didn’t hurt that he was the son of the most influential and wealthy man in town. Even seventeen year old girls could keep an eye toward the future.
Chase had been through his fair share of girlfriends, which Lanie found rather offensive on some level. And that was why she had turned him down so many times over the past few months. She wasn’t into being just another notch in someone’s bed post, and good looks and a charming smile could not change her mind on that. Yet, when Chase had asked her out last week, she’d said yes. She was still confused about that decision.
“Hey, Lanie,” Chase greeted as he came to a halt in front of her. “I didn’t think you’d come out here today.”
Lanie lifted a shoulder. “I decided to stop by for a while,” she told him.
“Are you doing alright? I mean, you know, are you okay?” Chase questioned, his sparkling blue eyes filled with sympathy.
“I’m alright,” she answered, trying to keep her annoyance level to a minimum.
“Listen, do you still want to go out tonight? Or would you rather cancel?” Chase asked.
A little wave of
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