Page 483 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“Nah.” I didn’t want to listen to Sophie order a hot dog for ten minutes only to wind up just getting a plain wiener on a bun like always.
We hurried down the bleachers before we could get stuck in the crowd of people using the restroom and getting food from the concession stand. We made our way over to where the convertibles were parked outside the stadium. The homecoming court sat in pairs in the convertibles which led the way for the floats.
The Triple Gs walked over in their cheerleading uniforms.
“Sophie,” Gigi said. “Scarlett.” She gave me a sad smile. “Ready to see which one of your dates is going to be my king?”
Gemma and Georgia both laughed.
“I think being Axel and Jacob’s dates is a lot better than winning anyway,” Sophie said. “Right, Scarlett?”
Actually...yeah. No matter what, we were the ones winning here. I nodded.
Gigi made a weird noise with her throat. “But how embarrassing will it be when your boyfriend ismyking,” she said to me.
“Either way, Jacob’s jacket is around her shoulders,” Soph said. “Not yours.”
“But I don’t see you wearing Axel’s jacket,” Gigi said.
Well that was because it was currently in my bedroom...
Sophie shrugged. “I have my own clothes. And none of you are dating players. Oh wait. George, you are, right?”
“Stop calling me that,” Georgia mumbled.
I held back a laugh.
“And I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she added.
“If you say so,” Sophie said.
Gigi glared at Georgia. “Seriously, what is going on with you?”
Georgia ignored her.
“Better take the convertibles in the back,” Sophie said. “Because there’s no way one of you is winning. And everyone wants to see the winners first.” Sophie looped her arm through mine and pulled me toward the first convertible.
I laughed. “I’m pretty sure you’re going to make George’s head explode.”
“I hope so. Luis’s girlfriend deserves so much better.”
Mr. Halifax walked over to us. He’d changed out of the mascot costume for halftime and was just in normal clothes. I wished this meant he wasn’t the mascot at all. But his hair was matted and his clothes were a little wrinkly. I knew the truth.
I tried to turn around in the opposite direction, but Sophie stopped me.
“He’s even gorgeous with matted hair,” Sophie said.
“Definitely not.”
Mr. Halifax stopped in front of us. “Okay, everyone. Let’s get in the convertibles.” He waved over the Triple Gs, even though we’d only just gotten rid of them. “One girl in each one. And as soon as the team comes out of the lockers one of the guys will sit next to one of you.”
“You could ride with me,” Sophie said to him. “I think we can squeeze in three.”
Mr. Halifax lowered his eyebrows.
“Everyone will get a hoot out of a teacher riding with us.”
“Get in the first convertible, Miss Hunter.”
