(Chase)
I picked up Emma at six like we agreed. She was waiting outside her dorm when I pulled up, wearing a BU jersey and jeans. I almost told her to change. She looked good, sure. But that jersey ruined it. I let it go. No point.
"Ready?" she asked as she got in the car.
"Yeah," I said, pulling away from the curb. "Should be fun."
It wasn’t going to be fun. I didn’t care about BU games. I cared even less about watching Hale play. But I wanted to see if he'd mess up. I wanted to be there for that.
The place was packed when we arrived. People yelling, waving signs, taking photos. I followed Emma through the crowd and didn’t say anything. I kept my head down. Last thing I needed was someone bringing up what happened in the last game.
We found seats in the middle of the BU section. Emm
