“Yeah, I should probably burn that.”
“What happened?”
“We broke up. First because of a misunderstanding. But then, he said it could never work between us. That he was sick of lying and sneaking around.”
“So, why don’t you stop doing that?”
“That’s the point. We have.”
My mother laughs. “No, I mean stop lying and sneaking around. Let people know you’re a couple. Who cares what they think if the two of you are happy?”
“Mom. He’s Weston Cole.”
“He’s also the boy you have feelings for, right?”
“Yes,” I admit. No way am I dropping the l-word right now.
“That sounds more important to me than a high school rivalry. Your brother and father will get over it.”
“I’m not so sure about that. Besides, he doesn’t want me anymore.”
“Did he say that?”
“He said the rivalry will always be there. Between us.”
“So show him it won’t.”
“I don’t know how to do that.IfI can do that.” I look down at the steam curling from my mug.
“Yes, you do.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
WESTON
I’m one of the first guys to arrive at the bus. I lean against one of the bleacher supports, staring out at our home field. It’s been cleaned, but I can still picture the horseshoes scattered all across it. At least the live version didn’t include Maeve kissing another guy.
“Cole! You ready to kick some ass?”
I turn to see Chris bounding toward me. He’s filled with the energy and enthusiasm I should have. I’m ready. I’m confident. But I’m not enthused.
“Absolutely.” I return my gaze to the grass.
“What’s going on with you now, Wes?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.” My voice is hollow. I’m wavering again, and I hate it. I thought I’d feel relief when I told Maeve it was over last night. But all I’ve experienced since then is regret.
Chris studies my face, and I see the exact moment it dawns on him. “This is about her. I thought you said it is over.”
“It is.”
“But you don’t want it to be?”
“I don’t know.”
“Wes, you promised the team you would have your head on straight when it comes to this game. This is Glenmont we’re playing!”
“I know. I’m ready for the game,” I assure him.