"I didn't think I'd see you here, Miss Morales," I hear a voice say from behind me.
Tonight was a good turn out. The high school field was packed three times the size of the last game considering this was the playoffs. Additional bleachers had been added to the field but even then, they were packed that some people had to stand on the sides just to watch the game.
I turn around from my spot that was secluded, away from the crowding bodies at the everest of a bleacher. The view wasn't as good as from below because three huge banners almost cuts off my peripheral vision of the entire field. But I manage, considering Elio always scored a touchdown on the opposing team's goal line into the end zone, Elio hasn't once left my sight for more than three seconds.
Schofield, with his pressed suit
