Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
To my surprise, he doesn’t rush her and wrap her up.
It’s she who steps up and takes his hand, her other moving animatedly in front of her face as she tells him something that has him grinning her way.
My eyes slide to Cameron’s friends, searching for any hint of scrutiny or, I don’t know, something that tells me this is new or not the norm, but both are smiling and laughing alongside their best friend as if it is.
As if her holding hands with the campus playboy is normal.
As if this little farce is real when it’s not.
She’s just playing a role.
Cameron is not dating Brady Lancaster.
She throws her head back and laughs, and he smiles down at her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders to tug her closer.
Is she?
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Cameron
“Honestly, Payton going back to the beach house with Deaton this weekend worked out.”
I skip down the cement stadium steps, bypassing our seats and moving all the way to the first row, something you can only manage to do when you show up the second the gates open, or the staff will play hard-ass and not let you pass. I’m aware they’re only doing their jobs, but it still sucks when your friends are the ones on the field. Though I guess hundreds could likely claim the same, seeing as this is college and all.
I spin around, smirking at Ari. “Do you feel like a traitor wearing someone else’s number?”
“My twin’s number?” She raises a brow. “No.”
I raise one right back and she chuckles.
“Okay, somehow it does feel a little strange,” she admits. “I haven’t worn anyone’s number but Noah’s for a year now.” Ari looks beside her, only to frown and turn completely. “Why are you hiding behind me?”
Paige shrugs, smashing her lips to the side.
I reach out and tug her down the last stair to stand beside us. “Stop stressing,” I tell her.
“I don’t know.” She glances down anxiously. “This just feels… He’s going to be mad.”
“Doubtful.”
“We’re not… I’m not like that with him. We don’t even talk.”
“You and the dozens of other fans that will be here today.”
She scowls, and it’s such an innocent look on her, I can’t help but give the girl a giddy hug.
We watch as the final prep is done across the field, the guys likely having already been out here today for the first round of warm-ups. We pretend the seats in the first row are ours, not moving as others start to file in around us.
Across the stadium, red and gold start to fill in the space, and I peek behind me to make sure our side is coloring up just as fast.
As always, it’s raining blue and yellow, as it should.
Some people shout from the upper deck, and I face the field just in time to watch the team jog out. We hop to our feet, shouting and clapping as they all fall into formation at the forty. As in sync as always, they form parallel lines, moving right into stretches before breaking up into groups for pregame drills.
A quick glance at my phone a bit later tells me it’s twenty minutes to kickoff, and right on time, the boys file to the sidelines, ditching their helmets to fuel up on water and electrolytes.
It’s Mason who spots us first, his grin spreading as he jogs over.
“How the hell did you score these seats?” He scopes the area.
“Shhh,” I scold, and he laughs, looking back and catching Brady’s attention.
Brady frowns at him, but then his eyes move left.
He spots Ari first, then Paige, and finally, his eyes land on me.
His cup freezes halfway to his lips, his smile slow. Then he’s tossing the paper product, water flying all over as he lets out a loud whoop that gains us the attention of everyone around.
I beam brightly, putting my hands on my hips, and give several poses.
“And here comes the boyfriend,” Mason teases, throwing me a smile.
Brady doesn’t simply lean against the edge. No, he hops up, kicks one leg over, and sits his ass there. His eyes move from my top to my cheek and back. He opens his mouth, but I spin, doing a little shimmy, and then before I know what he’s doing, he’s yanking me over the edge.
I yelp, legs flying in the air as I feel like I’m about to fall backward for a split second before my boots hit the ground.
“Brady, what the hell!” I laugh, but then I’m in his arms again, this time bridal style, which is kind of awkward with his already-massive body and the pads bulking his shoulders out even more. “You’re going to get me in trouble!”
“Nah. Coach loves me. Besides, this is too good. My name is on your ass, Cam. This has to be documented.”
I raise a brow. “Documented?”
“Oh yeah.” He starts jogging down the sideline, and I grip him harder, my ponytail flying around and whipping me in the face when he spins suddenly and takes off the other way, flying past his team, who yell and root him on. “You ready for this, Cammie Girl?”