It felt like all of Legacy had a place in Dorian’s spectacle because, despite their legion of fans, Wells, Thatcher, and Ares had their attention on Dorian’s strides toward me. Ares in particular stood out because he had two girls under his arms.
He watched on and was more than obvious about it. This thing with Dorian he kept pushing, and if I knew anything about them all, I knew why. If Ares would take a bullet for the dark prince, getting Dorian back in a girl’s good graces would be nothing for him.
“I’m sure you witnessed tonight’s festivities.” He smelled strongly of heat, boy. Angling in, Dorian presented himself. His hair was wet and so obviously freshly showered. He grinned. “But in case you didn’t, I wanted to make sure you saw up close and personal.”
I definitely saw him, but didn’t put off like that meant anything. My butt touched the wall. “Hard to miss.”
He had better legs than I did, chuckling when he pressed an arm against the wall. This brought him way too close, and the only thing keeping my head right was the fact the most popular boy in school had me against the wall while he spit game… in a dress.
But damn if a familiar heat didn’t ghost my cheeks. I was rocked where I stood, but I wasn’t going to let him see that. I tipped my chin. “I didn’t ask you to do that. Or for your notes.”
“And yet, you got them.” He managed to get closer, but kept his hands to himself. He crowded me. “And now that I got your attention, what day and time can I pick you up?”
I never said I’d actually go out with him after he made a fool of himself. I smirked. “See, your first mistake was thinking I’d go out with you after you did that. I said I might think about going out with you. Might.”
His smile was slow. “Okay.”
I angled from underneath him, his laughter gravelly. I left him standing there.
“Noa…”
“Still thinking,” I called, and ready to do more. He said he’d play every home game like this, and honestly, I wanted to see how long he’d hold out. I wanted to see if he thought it was worth it.
I didn’t know why, but I ignored any thoughts that he wouldn’t.
“I’m not giving up,” he said behind me. He laughed again. “I mean it, Sloane. You made this the best challenge for me.”
I didn’t want to be his challenge or conquest. I didn’t want to be his anything. Truth be told, I wanted nothing to do with him, but each moment of every passing day showed my defeat more and more. I mean, I came to the game tonight wanting him to wear that dress. I wanted to see him try. I wanted him to want me, but that wasn’t the scariest thing. What was truly scary was what I wanted in addition, and that was way harder than getting me to go out with him. I wanted all his gestures to mean something.
I wasn’t a fool enough to wonder about what that something was, walking away.
My brother had pulled up our dad’s Chevelle outside the stadium when I spotted him. Standing next to it, he was chatting with a couple guys, and when I realized who they were, my brow twitched.
When Wells Ambrose and Thatcher Reed had left their pack, I didn’t know, but I’d spoken with Dorian long enough for them to leave. They had Bow with them, and the guys tipped their chin at my brother before striding away. It wasn’t until I got closer that Bru noticed me, and he got in the car like nothing had happened.
“Uh, what was that?” I strapped myself in.
“What?”
I rolled my eyes, waving toward the outside. “Wells and Thatcher? You were talking to them.”
I was aware of Wells and Thatcher’s position after everything with Dorian. I mean, Bow had told me about them giving me space, and though that shouldn’t have anything to do with my brother, they were obviously keeping their distance.
My brother’s shrug was subtle. “We were just talking about the game. They were walking to the parking lot, and I was standing here. They mentioned Coach wanted to see me back out on the field.”
“And…”
“And what?”
“You guys cool or…”
“I was standing here, and we talked.” His eyes lifted. He started the car. “You want to talk to me about if you’re going out with Dorian?” He chuckled. “According to the guys, Coach nearly had a coronary. Dorian didn’t tell him, or the assistant coaches he was going to do that.”
He’d obviously gotten away with it, though, and I noticed my brother evaded what I’d asked.
I started to ask him again, but I didn’t want to be asked about Dorian.
I couldn’t give him answers I didn’t have.