Holy s**t.
I’d been only halfway watching, gaze flickering back toward the blonde in the stands. Phil was sitting too close to that theater guy and that guy—what the hell is his name?—he was staring at Phil while he wasn’t looking.
Straight, I’d thought.
Couldn’t be.
He liked him. I could almost tell—
A hard nudge made my eyes snap forward and I realized the cheerleaders’ were in stunts holding up signs. Oh s**t. My name. “Theo B. will you go to HoCo with me?” My mouth dropped.
“The f**k?” I mumbled, glancing accusingly toward Trey.
He had this stupid, s**t eating grin on his face, tipping his chin back toward the field.
Chelsea in uniform, bounding toward me.
Oh.
Wait.
I went to glance back toward Phil, to see if he saw and—yeah
