Page 102 of Unwritten Rules

Kelly and I wore coordinating Sharks outfits that gave me a sense of blending into the crowd, sporting the home team. Girls were dressed like different versions of the cheerleaders—some morespiritedthan others.

We opted for mini skirts and barely-there crop tops with the word ‘Sharks’ across our chests. The teal green and white outfits said, ‘we love our football team’ and we hoped to take home a win.

I felt naked, making it home alive and not frozen to death would be a win for me.

Kelly leaned over to whisper to me, “Sloane incoming.”

Great. Brent'sgirlfriendcoming over to schmooze with us again.

“Hi girls,” she waved at us, a posse following close behind her. “Cute outfits! Do you like mine?” She did a twirl while her group clapped for her in the background.

I’m not sure she was wearing much of anything to comment on. Her teal sequined shorts could pass as underwear and her white top shoved her boobs together, begging for attention.

I smiled warmly. “You look amazing as always, Sloane. Excited for the game?”

She rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist. “Who cares about the game! I’m trying to take home a hunky man tonight,” she giggled.

Kelly quirked an eyebrow. “Your beau?”

“I could never get him to be exclusive. I’ll have to take what I can get from a man like that, though I do adore him.” She scooted away from her groupies and toward us “Between us, I’ve been trying to get him off of me for a while. He’sveryneedy.”

Feigning surprise, I tried to step on Kelly’s foot to get her to help me out. “Wow didn’t take him for that type. Very much playboy vibes from that one.”

“Sure, he sleeps around with the occasionalskank,” she whispered, eyeing me up and down, “but he always comes crawling back to me.” Backing up to her regular position in her group, she said, “We’re going to get some snacks! See you girls later.”

And just like that she was gone after blowing us a kiss.

Kelly and I shared a look of disturbance.

“What the hell was that about?” I asked.

She looked...off but shrugged off the comments. “Dude, I don’t know. That girl is mental.”

I tried not to laugh. “I went from virgin to a skank in a few weeks. I’ll take it.”

“Such a dirty skank, you are,” she chuckled. “Want to get a pretzel and soda and get ready for kickoff?”

We settled into our seats with our overpriced snacks and drinks, getting ready to watchthegame of the season. We would be close to making it to the championship game if we could secure tonight’s win.

Our sports teams boasted some truly amazing athletes. With our scholarship program for the truly elite athletes, we claimed some of the best players in all collegiate sports. It was one of the main reasons Willow Bay offered up full ride scholarships for top athletes. They couldn’t miss an opportunity to go to the richest college in the country and brush shoulders with people who could skyrocket their careers and life.

If they wanted to pay the price for fame like we paid the price for our wealth.

I never knew much about football, or sports in general, but at least I knew what a touchdown was. When our side of the crowd cheered, Kelly and I followed suit—hollering like we were sports fans.

Some of the players looked extremely athletic and after college football, they were a shoo-in to get a spot on the pro football team of their dreams.

Some tackles looked brutal, and I couldn’t help but wonder how bad injuries could get on the field.

As the ball went back and forth and opposing sides tackled each other and referees blew their whistles, we made it to the final stretch of the game. I understood how you could get sucked into a game because I was on the edge of my seat.

Tied.

The away team called for a time out.

“What do you think is going to happen?” Kelly asked, shoveling popcorn in her mouth like it was a feature film.

“Not sure, but I’m not a football buff.”

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