Page 21 of Falling for Autumn
“You’ve been pouting most of the day,” he pointed out.
“No, I haven’t. I’ve actually enjoyed myself.”
“Including when you jumped up, cheering when our team fumbled the ball?” His dark, nut-brown eyes sparkled with mischief.
I shoved his shoulder playfully. “Whatever. It was an honest mistake.”
“Yeah, among the hundreds of other fans who were sitting down, booing?”
I bit my bottom lip as my cheeks flushed with warmth as I recalled that moment. Someone had thrown something at me and shouted, “Sit down, idiot,” to which October jumped over a couple of rows, yoked the man up, and threatened to beat the shit out of him. The man apologized until October released him.
“What do you want to eat?” he asked when it was our turn to order at the concession stand.
“I love those hot pretzels, a chili dog, and uhm, . . . I’ll take a purple slushie.”
“Big ass kid,” he teased, grinning at me.
His eyelids lowered as he looked me up and down before he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it. October was always giving me these looks that pulled me in and made me want to kiss him, or ask him what was on his mind, but at the same time, I was afraid. I worried that I was mistaking his looks for more than they were.
After we placed our orders, we stepped aside to wait. October pulled out his phone.
“One of these days, I’ma get away from the shop and truly ignore all their messages,” he stated with a chuckle as he texted.
“Is everything okay? Do you need to get back?”
“Nah. I’m good. They’re checking in with me about some parts that should have been in by now. Rather than me texting the supplier on the status, I should have ignored them and let their asses handle it,” he replied.
“Excuse me,” a slim, light-skinned woman who was with a brown-skinned woman stated, walking up to us.
Both women were gorgeous and shapely, although the brown-skinned woman was curvier than the other woman. They wore tight, ripped jeans, heels, and CSU T-shirts with the front hem tucked into their jeans, showing off flat abs and curvy hips.
“What’s up?” October replied, looking up from his phone and smiling at them.
“You’re looking fine as hell in that jersey. We’re not very familiar with the details of football. I was wondering if you might want to come sit with us when you get your order,” the first woman suggested.
My face flushed with shame, and anger coursed through me. Damn, did she not see me standing here beside him?
“I appreciate the offer, love, but no thanks.”
“Well, how about I give you my number and you hit me up later? See what we can get into,” she replied.
“Uhm, don’t you see that I’m with someone?”
“What does that have to do with you taking her number?” the second woman spoke up.
I was tired of the disrespect, and although I didn’t want to be presumptuous about anything between October and me, I couldn’t take another minute of it.
“Are y’all really gonna disrespect me like I’m just not standing here?” I asked.
The first woman rolled her eyes. “Nobody was talking to you.”
“But I was speaking to your disrespectful ass.”
“She’s mad because her man’s eye-fucking you,” the second one stated.
“Hey, chill with that. I said I’m not interested, and definitely not interested in being with any woman who could disrespect herself the way y’all two just did by being so thirsty and approaching a man when he’s standing with his beautiful queen.”
“Oh, my bad. I honestly thought she was your aunt or mother when I saw you,” the first woman stated.
