Chapter Two
Wednesday morning was bitter cold and Sydney was late heading to practice. As she raced across the field, she hadn’t even given Hunter a thought, until someone suddenly started playing “Sweet Child O’ Mine.” It was a little rough, but she’d recognize the music anywhere. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Hunter leave formation to follow her. If he hadn’t been section leader, he would’ve gotten in trouble.
As she neared the drum line, Daniel stepped forward and said, “Are you done playing with your boyfriend so we can get to work?”
She felt her face go fifty shades of red. The brass section snickered, which she clearly heard because Hunter had stopped playing. With her head down, she rushed to her spot.
“Hey, man, cut her some slack. We haven’t started yet. I’m just havin
