Chapter 9
Rosemary had never attended her own high school’s homecoming game; she hadn’t been lying when she told Caleb that she didn’t give a s**t about football. But she had to admit there was something just the teeniest bit exciting about the glare of the lights overhead and the energy emanating from the packed stands. Greencastle was such a small town; it felt as if almost its entire population must have turned out to watch the game.
And it also felt as if the entire population of the town knew who Caleb Lockwood was, and was watching her with speculative eyes, trying to figure out how she fit into the whole equation.
They’d first gone and gotten some pizza — really good pizza, actually, much better than she’d been expecting — and then drove over to the high school. Even before they
