It felt like a girl's day. The three of us chatting and laughing, covering every topic that crossed our minds. There was definitely a game being played around us. We would clap when others did, boo along with the crowd too. But the game was more of an interruption than entertainment. We were too busy talking high school horror stories and ranking our top embarrassing moments to care.
"Oh, are you bringing Wyatt?" Brooke asked abruptly, anxious to meet him.
I tried to sound unaffected when I told her "We're over." Both girls passed me sad nods without asking why. I was thankful. I didn't want to bring down our good mood right now.
We left the stadium together, in a small caravan of cars. Freshly showered, Brady hopped into mine, a massive grin on his face from yet another win. Behind us
