He like the rest of the stadium.
Windsor Prep football fans always turned out, but this was even unusual for them. There was barely any bench space and even the opposing side had jam-packed bleachers. My brother and I came in right before the national anthem, and I wished we had arrived early. Gratefully, I ended up spotting the little rabbit at the top of the stands. She waved her arms, guiding us to come to her.
Bow had her spirit paint on and held a sign with the academy’s giant-ass mascot on it. Known as simply the king, the ape growled with a furious bite, and that was partly why I made Bow out so quickly. Her sign was huge, the gorilla large.
“Sloane!” Bow called, a flush in her cheeks. I wasn’t surprised since I was shivering myself down to my jeans. Maywood Heights’s weather was about to take a turn for the worst toward the end of the fall season. My jacket was barely enough for today. Bow moved her hoodie off the bleachers when we got there. “Saved us some seats.”
She seemed like the type to plan ahead, and I grinned, my brother and I taking them. Bow had a blanket too, and I took full advantage of it next to her. I offered it to my brother, but of course, like a dude, he said no.
I gave it to him anyway, putting it over his legs. “We don’t need another reason for you to get sick.”
His eyes lifted to the sky, and Bow frowned.
“Heard about that. You okay now?” she asked him.
“Doing fine. Though you’d never know judging by my sister.” He elbowed at my hands. I was still arranging his part of the blanket. He growled. “If you’re going to make me wear it, at least let me fucking do it.”
“Then do it,” I growled now, shaking my head and noticed right away we had an audience. Half the people in our section of the stands were looking at me, not us. I waved a hand. “You all want to take a picture? No? Then move along. The show will be over there.”
I wasn’t stupid. I knew everyone knew that I was at the center of what had happened at school, but I wasn’t happy about it. Dorian was trying to prove a point here today, and I really didn’t want to show up, but I’d already told Bow.
“Sloane,” Bow and my brother said together. Bow chuckled. “Why are you so combative?”
“Right. People are just curious. Curious about you?” My brother cocked his head. “You going to take him back if he actually does this?”
I scoffed then, pulled out my cell phone. “I’m just here to capture him doing this crazy shit,” I said, actually telling myself that. It was the only reason I could justify being here tonight.
“Sure.” Bru exchanged a glance with Bow, and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head. They could think what they wanted. I was here to see Dorian Prinze make an ass of himself, point-blank. I was pretty sure this whole thing was just a ploy to get me out here anyway and more of his mind games.
Odds were, he wouldn’t even put on the dress, and he better hope for his sake he did. I was already pissed off at him enough.
“Hey. It’s about to start.” Bow stood up. Everyone else did as well as when the announcer got everything going for tonight’s game. They started with the anthem and everything, the school’s pep band playing. After that, they announced the opposing team, but it wasn’t until the king came out that everyone started freaking out.
The academy’s mascot flipped down the field. I was sure that was a nice little feat since he was a big-ass gorilla.
“Here they come.” Bow waved her sign, chanting, and though I looked around, I couldn’t see anything.
Mostly because the stands exploded.
Everyone was hooting, hollering, and pumping their fists. Bru was pumping his too, but since he was taller than me, he got a better vantage point. People were even standing on the bleachers, and it wasn’t until Bow and I joined them that I could see our team dancing down the field.
Our football team was a bunch of arrogant fuckers, the lot of them shaking their hips and dancing. They liked to intimidate the other team this way, but I had to say, I couldn’t find Dorian and the Legacy boys in the bunch.
“There. There. Look.” Bow pointed, and I should have known they’d all be last. Dorian and his crew always made up the rear.
They were the stars of the show.
Ares came roaring out. He actually roared at full volume, his namesake “Wolf” on the back of his jersey. I didn’t know how he’d gotten away with that, but Thatcher and Wells weren’t far behind.
Thatcher threw his hands up, saying, “Let’s go!” while Wells threw himself on top of him, chanting the same. The academy’s quarterback came out last, and I think it was to everyone’s surprise to find Dorian dressed the same way as his teammates. His huge thighs were housed in his regular uniform pants, the gear underneath his jersey making him big and bulky. He appeared the same as he normally would except he held his helmet instead of wore it.
Tucked under his arm, Dorian waved to the crowd with a gloved hand. He scanned the area, our bleachers.
The air horn sound came out of nowhere.
I literally almost fell off the back of the bleachers when Bow tooted a loud-ass horn. It was just like the one my dad kept in the back of the Chevelle and freaked everyone else the fuck out. They all covered their ears, and the sound definitely had the entire arena looking in this direction.
It had Dorian looking in this direction.