Page 25 of Fear of Love
“Not our fault we ooze sex appeal.” Wyatt smirked.
“Sex appeal, my ass.” Landon grunted from behind me.
“You’re just jealous I’m the better brother.” Wyatt turned to look at Landon with a raised eyebrow.
Josie, who was standing in front of me, rolled her eyes at their antics. At least Mateo wasn’t here adding in as well. I swear, when all three Boone brothers were together, it was like dealing with toddlers.
“Just act like you don’t know them.” Josie hooked her arm with mine as we moved forward in line. At this point, she was used to their bickering.
Thankfully, their arguing ended when it was our turn to show our tickets. It only took three, “I’m such a huge fan of yours,” by the guards to get through, Wyatt taking it in stride with a smile and a thank you.
As we tried to navigate the crowd, a firm hand pressed against my lower back, keeping me from getting lost in the throng of people. Glancing over my shoulder, I found Landon standing right behind me, one palm pressed to my lower back and the other guiding his mom.
He was firm but gentle as he steered the three of us after Josie and Wyatt. He easily towered over a lot of the people around us. A few times, I got bumped but Landon was there to steady me, his large frame doing well at keeping people away.
Finally, we made it to an area that wasn’t as crowded and regrouped. With her phone in hand, Josie spoke loud enough for us all to hear.
“Tasha texted me and said they’re heading to the seats.”
“Let’s find them before coming back to get some drinks,” Wyatt suggested. The entire time we walked, Landon kept a hand on my back, making sure I was in front of him and with the group.
Excited chatter followed us as we found our section and headed down the stands. We were definitely on the right side of the stadium as our entire section was filled with the school’s colors. There were even a few people that had their faces painted.
We found our seats with no problem, and of course, they were the closest to the field, above where Mateo’s team would be. He’d have no trouble seeing us now.
“Hey, guys!” Josie greeted when we came to our row where Tasha, Trevor, Mila, and Bryton were already sitting.
“You made it.” Tasha said as she and the others stood.
“Traffic was insane. Almost as bad as Knights’ traffic on game day,” Josie commented as the guys went to hug Evelyn.
It took a minute of shuffling before we all sat down. Of course I was next to Landon. It was like the universe was purposely putting us together.
“I got the posters,” Mila said, grabbing the four we made the night before. They were leaning against the concrete wall in front of us, blankets on all of our laps.
“He’s gonna love these.” I said, laughter lacing my voice, as I passed the signs down to Josie and Tasha while taking in the phrases on each one—Mateo, marry me, I love the QB, and #10 is my BF. Each had exclamation marks and hearts littered around the words.
“That, or be super embarrassed by us.” Mila laughed. That one was more likely.
“Twenty bucks says he ignores us,” Trevor said.
“Forty says he’ll come over and wave,” Josie countered.
I was more inclined to go with Josie on that one. Even embarrassed Mateo would still acknowledge us.
“Anyone want anything before the game starts?” Wyatt asked the group a moment later.
While the girls told their boyfriends their food orders, Landon turned to me. “You?”
“Me?” I pointed to myself.
“What do you what?” Landon asked. I narrowed my eyes at him. He never offered to get me something.
“Why are you being nice?”
“I’m always nice.”
I scoffed at his answer. Landon being nice, yeah, right.
