Page 167 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

Goddamn it.

“Why don’t you guys just come with us to find the girls? You can talk to him after,” Finn suggests.

Disappointment must be written all over my face because Chance puts a hand on my shoulder to cheer me up. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure he’ll still be out-of-his-fucking-mind in love with youafterthe game.”

Somehow, his words make me feel better.

Because it means I don’t have to worry about him not saying it back.

I love him.

He loves me.

It’s just a shame the whole goddamn world knew about it before we did.

“I’m soglad you changed your mind,” Dia says for possibly the twentieth time since we joined her and Aveena in the stands. “I’m sorry, I know I’m a broken record, but it’s just so romantic. You showing up to get your man back.”

I laugh. “Except I actually haven’t gotten him back yet.”

“Yes, but you will. We all know it,” Aveena states.

“You don’t know that. He could’ve changed his mind,” I counter.

This whole “everybody knows you’re mad about each other” thing is really getting my hopes up. I don’t want to be disappointed if, for some reason, TJ shuts me down.

“Right. And when do you think he would’ve changed his mind, exactly? Before or after he delivered you that ridiculously romantic letter along with Dad’s mug?” Sierra mocks me.

I scoff. “Okay, I hear you. I’m just saying, people change their minds sometimes. It happens.”

“Yeah, but not TJ. And not about you,” Dia protests.

I’m about to declare defeat and tell them to stop berating me when the arena lights dim and then begin to flicker, informing us that the game is starting.

The crowd goes wild at the same time the music in the arena gets louder, energizing every basketball fan present, and the team runs out onto the court to a chorus of cheers and chants.

They begin to introduce the players one by one, and we make sure to express our support—and by that, I mean we make sure to severely strain our vocal cords—when Theo, Xavier, and TJ are mentioned.

Chance, Finn, Bethany, Aveena, Dia, and I are so loud when our friends’ names get called that the guys notice us right away.

We’re seated in the student area, so close to the action that I’m convinced they can make out our faces from where they are, an assumption that’s proven true when TJ’s eyes lock on to mine.

Holy shit.

He saw me.His eyebrows shoot up, surprise etched across his beautiful face.

What do I do?

For all he knows, I’m just here because the girls dragged me against my will. He has no idea I came to put the past behind us.

So, I do the only thing I can think of.

I give him a timid smile and a wave.

Shocked is the only way to describe the look on his face at my friendly gesture.

Then he smiles back.

His focus is ripped off me when they finish introducing the players and the national anthem begins to play.

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