Epilogue
Cole
Freshly showered and changed, pumped with post-game endorphins, the alpha-holes jog out of the locker room and push through the throng toward the parking lots.
We just trounced Cave Hills. They’re our biggest rival, not because they’re great ballers—at least not football. Rich humans’ parents don’t let them play the sport because of the concussion thing. No, the rivalry is more due to proximity and the economic disparity between our two communities.
Bo scans the crowd in the direction of the guest team parking lot.
“Who are you looking for? Gone in Sixty Seconds?”
“Shut up. Don’t call her that.”
“Is she here?” I start scanning, too, wanting to see the human who has Bo’s balls all twisted.
A moment later, he goes rigid. I follow his line of sight toward a tall, leggy h
