“Oh, let’s get some fried ice cream and fried Oreos to eat together,” Cassi says breathlessly.
We move, getting into line. Once to the front, we place our order for more food than we will probably eat.
Fried ice cream. Fried Oreos. Fried pickles. Fried chicken.
“Pretty sure I’m going to be working this off for days,” I mumble as we walk toward the rodeo doors.
“Pretty sure your abs will live to see another day, Avi,” she jokes, making me laugh.
“You guys get enough food?” Rebecca laughs as we approach.
“Pretty sure the guy we bought the drinks from thought the same thing,” Jack quips beside her.
“Come on, let’s get in there and eat before all this goes cold,” Rebecca says, blushing.
Cassi and I follow them into the arena and make our way into the grandstands and find a seat. We sit, separating all the food and eat what we want.
“This is so good,” Cassi moans as she dips an Oreo into the ice cream.
“I don’t think those sounds are suitable for public,” I joke under my breath, making her blush.
“Shut up,” she whispers, ducking her head.
“He giving you a hard time, Ace? You’re looking a little red,” Jack jests, making all of us but Cassi laugh.
“Laugh it up, Jack, just remember payback is a bitch,” she jokes.
Once we finish eating, I run the remnants of our meal to the trash can at the bottom of the steps.
“You won’t keep her,” a guy leaning against the railing says as I approach.
“Excuse me? Are you talking to me?” I ask as I dispose of our trash.
The guy turns and looks me up and down before facing forward again.
Jared.
“She will come back to me. She always does.”
“Are you sure about that?” I ask, crossing my arms.
“We have history. Can’t beat history.” He shrugs.
“You can if you know the history was bad for you,” I say, walking away. Not wanting to listen to any of the other bullshit he wanted to spew.
I look up to see if Cassi has noticed that he’s here or not, only to meet Jack’s stare. He nods, letting me know we’re good and that the night isn’t ruined.
“Hey, took you long enough,” Cassi teases as I approach.
“Sorry.” I smirk, sitting down next to her.
She bumps her shoulder into my side. “You’re forgiven just this once.”
I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry, I won’t make that mistake again.” I smirk.
The announcer comes over, telling us all to stand for the national anthem, and before I know it, the rodeo is off.
“Hey guys, lean in close. I want to take a picture for social media,” Rebecca yells over the crowd.