I didn’t tell her because I knew how much effort he had put into keeping it a secret. Not that I thought Addie would tell everyone. But it wasn’t my place to tell people. I thought about that answer, what it would imply. Then I thought about how little he was telling me and what that implied. So I answered, “Because you never crossed my mind when I was talking to her.”
He held my stare for one more moment, then turned to walk away.
“What’s in Bowie?” I called after him.
He stopped at the entrance to his room, his back to me.
“Your Norm roots? Are you discovering yourself?”
“Something like that.” He went inside and shut the door behind him.
I was angry at myself for providing an answer for him, no matter how snarky it was supposed to be. It gave him an out for having to provide an answer himself. Even a made-up one could’ve given me some sort of clue. I let out a low growl and went to join Addie.
CHAPTER 29
Addie: I need to practice my hiding skills.
Right away I saw Trevor in the stands. He sat the way he always did when watching football, his hands buried in his jacket pockets, his booted feet on the bench in front of him. If I didn’t know how torturous it was for him to watch the game, it would’ve seemed like he was the most relaxed person on earth. I wanted to sit next to Trevor, grab his hand, feel his arms around me, but I resisted. Thank goodness Stephanie was cheering tonight, because I was sure I wouldn’t have been able to handle the two of them together without losing it.
“Oh no,” Laila said.
“What?” I followed her gaze but only saw a group of people standing at the front railing, cheering.
“I was hoping they wouldn’t come.”
I studied the group closer, their broad backs and purple sweatshirts. Carter High’s colors were blue and silver. Lincoln’s colors were purple and gold. My eyes shot back and forth down the line until I saw his familiar hair. Duke. No.
“Why are they here?”
“It’s a football game.”
I ducked down a little and positioned myself behind Laila. “Just don’t let him see me.”
“I’ll do my best.”
As though he could feel me staring, Trevor glanced to where we walked down the aisle a few rows away from him. I gave him a small wave. He looked behind him and then back to me. I smiled, and he gave me a head nod.
We really shouldn’t have sat a couple of rows in front of Trevor, because then it was so obvious when I turned around to look at him.
“How are you going to do this?” Laila whispered at halftime. “You can’t just stare at him every minute like a creeper.”
“I should go and talk to him?”
“Yes. Like I said, you should be good at the stadium. There are so many people here.”
“Okay. I’m going to talk to him.” I’d sit next to him and say, You’re not crazy. I have so much to tell you.
“Good.”
“Right now.”
She laughed and gave me a push. “You know him, remember? You’ll know what to say.”
She was right. I knew him. I stood and made my way down the aisle. Just as I turned to walk up the steps, a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned and was eye-to-eye with Duke. His smile blasted me. I backed up a step.
“Addie. Hi.”
“Hi. What are you doing here?”
He jerked his head toward the field. “Our competition. We’re studying their weaknesses.”
Anger flared through me. “What?”
The anger must’ve shown on my face, because he quickly added, “No. Not so we can injure them. Just their football weaknesses.”
“Oh. Okay. Have fun.” I started to leave.
“But I was hoping to see you too.”
His words stopped me, and a familiar warmth crept through my shoulders and neck. “Don’t. Just. I—I have to go.”
I whirled around, but Trevor wasn’t there. I scanned the stands, then raced up the cement steps to the exit and back down them to get to ground level behind the stadium. My entire body relaxed when I saw him at the snack hut, buying a soda. This was very familiar. Maybe I could do a little reenactment of the night we talked behind the stadium in my other future—the night he told me he felt out of place. A chill went through me as I remembered how he had lifted me into his arms. There was so much electrical charge between us that night it was insane. I walked toward the snack hut, anticipating him turning to the darkened baseball field in the back, but he turned toward me and the stadium instead.
He saw me right away.
“Hi,” I said when we were within talking distance.
“Hi.”
As he got closer, I smelled his familiar scent and couldn’t believe I had forgotten it. “I . . .” My mind went blank.
He tilted his head.
I pointed to the field. “Will you walk with me for a minute?”
“Um . . .” A soft mist hung over the empty field, and he seemed to take in the scene. It did look like the perfect place for an assault. Was he worried that my ability and I were going to steal his wallet or something? That’s when I remembered how we had left things the last time I saw him outside my grandpa’s apartment. He was mad that I wouldn’t talk. He was obviously still mad.
“Please.”
“Sure.” He followed me as we headed into the darkness, the lights and sounds of the stadium becoming more distant. When we were between the stadium and the back fence of the baseball diamond, I stopped and faced him. Time to make some magic.