Page 28 of The Wrong Quarterback

Jace looked a little sick, but the rest of us were laughing.

“Can you say whatever you were going to say before I go bleach my eyes,” said Matty, laying his head back against the lockers like Chappie’s ass crack had taken the life out of him.

“Alright, this is a good one,” said Jace, standing up and starting some high knee stretches as he talked. “What’s the difference between a snowman and a snow woman?”

“I have absolutely no fucking idea,” I told him as my phone buzzed next to me. I glanced at it, thinking it might be my mom, but it was Walker.

“Snowballs,” yelled Jace suddenly, his high knee stretches turning into high knee jumps.

There was a beat of silence, and then we were all laughing. “That’s two semi-funny ones in a row, Jace-Face. It must be some kind of record for you,” called Matty.

Jace grinned smugly, very proud of himself.

I picked up my phone to see what Walker had to say. He’d just started training camp, and Cole was still on his world tour, so my family seats were going to be empty this game.

A thought came to me then, though, one that had a grin spreading across my face, and the disappointment fading.

Casey was probably going to be there. You didn’t miss your first football game of your freshman year. And I was quiteconfident that she would be in those family seats before the season was over.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Matty asked, sounding disturbed.

“Like what?” I asked innocently.

“Like a crazy person,” Jace added helpfully.

“This is how I smile now,” I told them seriously. “You’ll just have to get used to it.”

They both gave me heavy side-eye, but my attention returned to my phone.

Walker: Good luck, Parkie. I’m making the entire team watch the game, so don’t fuck up and embarrass me.

Me: I should have said something to you like that every time you missed a save and lost a game last season :)

Walker: …

Cole: Can you do my move when you run in for a touchdown this game?

I sighed, rolling my eyes.

Me: I didn’t know you had a move.

Cole: …

Cole: Did I do that right?

Me: Walker, can you control him?

Cole: I just think that the fans would enjoy seeing a Davis original. That’s all I’m saying.

Walker: I literally have no idea what move you’re talking about either.

Cole: This doesn’t surprise me at all, Walkie-Poo. You’ve always been the slow one in the family.

I grunted out a laugh, and Jace once again came over to read my texts over my shoulder—because he was annoying like that.

The next text from Cole was a video of him at a concert doing a hip thrust that made it look like he was dry humping the microphone as he sang. There was a girl in the crowd right in front of him that fell backwards.

Walker: Did she just faint?

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