Page 60 of Capture the Moment
I tilt my head at him, prompting him to continue.
“There’s no fun in telling you about it right now, Princess. Just give me a yes or no.” He shrugs, indifferently, but I can see the hint of excitement hidden behind the light flecks of his gray irises, so without thinking, I agree.
If Blake Wilder wins me a plushy tonight, I will make a deal with the Wild Card himself.
1. Levántate estúpido- Get up, Stupid! (Spanish)
twenty-five
Blake
“Dude, would you stoppacing? You’re giving me hives.” Braxton scoffs, looking up from his phone. I stop pacing for a small second to look at him before continuing.
Cleo said that she and the girls would meet us at the concessions stand at 7:30 and I’ve been a sweaty mess ever since. This year, SFU has pulled out all the stops for Fall Fest. Usually, it’s a three-day event where you can do apple picking, hayrides around campus, and pumpkin carving.
Basic fall shit, if you ask me.
But last year the school bought more land and decided to make it into a fairground that’s also open to the public. So now there’s a students only side where you can do cozy fall activities with your roommates and then walk over to the fairgrounds where the carnival games and rides are.
“Daddy… Uncle Lake is sweating…” Delilah whispers rather loudly to her father, and I stop pacing to chuckle at her. She smiles as I make a silly face but I’m instantly back to my pacing when she turns to look at her dad again.
“Dude, chill out, you’re scaring the kid!” Jace laughs as he approaches our group with Ricardo Ruiz and Alec. Ricardo’s our backup goalie after Derek. He’s usually a quiet guy who hangs out with Alec and his little brother, Rico, who's also on the team. Rico plays offense and has one of the best slapshots I’ve seen out of any of the sophomore guys so far.
My eyebrows shoot to my hairline as Ricardo approaches us with a smile beside Alec. I don't think I'veeverseen him smile. Weird.
“Hey, dude!” Charlie exclaims, ever the cheerful one as he dabs up Ricardo.
Ricardo’s smile is almost timid as he reciprocates the gesture with Charlie, going down the line with the rest of the guys and me.
“So, what are we waiting on—”
“That would be me! Sorry we’re so late. G couldn’t find her keys and then I couldn’t find mine and Si Si left her room key so we all had to search for it but then I realized that I had it and well—” Cleo breathes, standing in front of me. Her chest rises fast as if to catch her breath from the rambling she’d done, “Hi.”
She’s dressed completely different from her usual style of pink dresses and rompers with matching bows.
Cleo’s wearing baggy, low-rise jeans that complement her toned body super well, a short baggy crop top that’s navy blue and white with the words COSMIC across her chest and paired it with navy blue and whitesneakers—weird, but I like it.I look her over from head to toe and smirk as she does a little spin obviously catching me check her out, but there’s still something missing.
I raise an eyebrow at her as she tilts her head in confusion. “Bow. Where’s the—”
She holds her right middle finger up directly to my nose and I snort as her eyes go wide. She drops her hand immediately looking down at the ground.
“I blew out my hair earlier so I didn’t want to mess it up by tying it back, so I wore my bow ring as the next best option.” She shrugs and I nod because who’s Cleo Jones if she doesn’t wear her signature bowssomewhere?
Sienna, Georgia, Denver and Ryan approach us. But I can’t take my eyes off the bow-loving girl in front of me.
Cleo has this magnetic pull to her; no matter who you are, you’re drawn to her.
Or at least I am.
We spend about five minutes discussing what rides we’d go on first and I'm about to make a suggestion when the bow-loving girl beside me tugs me away from our talkative friends.
Cleo directs me through the maze of people surrounding the game stands and pauses in front of a game where you have to shoot darts to win a prize. Igroan because we all know howgoodshe is at this type of stuff but I secretly love that this is the first thing she wants us to do.
In a universe surrounded by cutesy little games where theguywins the girl a prize, Cleo Jones creates her own planet and dominates every single one. She winsmeprizes and pinches my cheeks when they heat up.
For a moment, I think she might feel the same way about me as I do her. I don’t let the thought leave my mind, but instead, I bask in it. I’m living vicariously through the version of me in another universe, on awaybetter planet, where Cleo “Princess” Jones is in love with me.
Is love too much? Or am I just an idiot who has the biggest, fattest crush on a girl that I can’t have?
