(Mavis POV)
"Go, Mavis!" the crowd erupted. "Where's Samson?" I inquired, scanning the sea of faces. Rose nudged my arm. "Mavis, everyone’s cheering for your boyfriend, and you’re still hung up on him. Look over there, it’s Latif!" she exclaimed, pointing as he dashed onto the field. The crowd roared once more. I shut my eyes for a moment. "Hey, Mavis," Rowan greeted, taking a seat beside me. "Hi," I replied, noticing he was sporting Edward's red jersey. "Don’t even ask," he said, shaking his head. "Wasn’t planning to, but that number looks good on you," I complimented. "Your brother thinks so too," he said, taking a sip of his drink.
I spotted Latif scanning the crowd. I waved, and his face lit up as he waved back. A few onlookers turned to glance at me. The coach called the players, an
