“Callan,” I said, tugging on his jacket, “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”
We walked into the stadium for Redwood’s Friday night football game five minutes before halftime. Students from school screamed and cheered at the players on the field, some females flashing their t**s to the other team.
I sank down into my jacket and hoped nobody saw us together. I didn’t know why he wanted to come to a Redwood football game tonight. Hell, I had never even been to a Redwood sports game, never mind football.
Wasn’t this a bit obvious that I was out with my teacher? Granted, we had been flirting a lot more during class since Wednesday. But that didn’t mean we had to go public. Maybe I should’ve mentioned that before agreeing to come with him tonight.
“Relax,” he said. “Nobody will see us. An
