Page 71 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 5

“Joe Dickson has a small dick!” she yelled, just in case someone in the stadium hadn’t heard. “It’s the size of a peanut!”

“Kennedy!” I grabbed her arm to pull her back down to her seat as we both exploded in a fit of giggles. A few other kids snickered. “Oh my God, that was amazing.”

Her smile grew even wider. “If he’s going to tell the whole school I was an easy lay, I can at least prevent him from doing it to someone else with that tidbit of information.”

I wanted to ask her if it was true. If Cupcake really did have a mini-dick. But I didn’t want her smile to disappear. If she’d wanted to tell me any more details, she would have. And it made me sick to my stomach to know that she might not remember any more details. Because that asshole had drugged her. He deserved this. Hopefully no one at this school would ever fall for his games now.

I pulled her into my side, keeping us both warm. “You’re amazing,” I said.

“I know. Let’s hope our team is as good as they were last year. Because I seriously hate Bernstein Prep.”

I didn’t mind the change of subject. This was my first homecoming game. My first high school football game ever, actually. And it didn’t matter that I was in love with one of the players.Used to be in love.I was going to try to enjoy this. If Kennedy was smiling, I could smile too.

Besides, this was the first time where I was able to stare at Matt without Isabella giving me shit. Or someone else being suspicious. I could stare at two of the Untouchables unabashedly. And they were both freaking amazing, totally lost in their element. It seemed like every pass Mason made went straight into Matt’s arms.

“Go Matt!” I yelled and jumped to my feet as he rushed toward the endzone.

His head turned like he could hear me. And maybe he had, because I swore for just a second we locked eyes. Right before some asshole from Bernstein Prep completely decked him. I threw my hand over my mouth.

“Stop distracting them,” Kennedy said and pulled me back down into my seat.

“Is he okay?” I wanted to run down there and make sure. But a piece of me hated myself for it. He’d never run after me in public.

“Of course. He’s used to being tackled. See.”

Matt was already standing up, straightening his jersey over his pads. He looked back up at me in the stands and my heart started racing. He ran his index finger across the tip of his nose. My heart melted.Our secret signal.

But then he turned his head as if he was looking for someone else. My heart started beating faster. Who else was he looking for? Was I even allowed to be jealous? I’d spent every night the past week in Miller’s arms. But I still found myself following Matt’s gaze, my heart beating faster.

My eyes landed on his mother. Mrs. Caldwell was staring right at me, a smile on her face. I quickly looked away. I didn’t know what that meant. Matt said she’d seen me at my uncle’s funeral. Did she recognize me now? Did she know I was responsible for breaking her son’s heart? And if so, why was she smiling?

“I really hope they go for a two-point conversion if they score,” Kennedy said. “Prescott is shitty at converting the PAT.”

“How do you know so much about football?” I asked. I needed her to distract me from Mrs. Caldwell’s prying eyes. But when I looked at Matt’s mom out of the corner of my eye, her attention was back on the field.

“I used to watch it with my Dad every Sunday.”

I pressed my lips together. Neither one of us talked much about what we’d lost. But whenever she did share something about her father, I felt that much closer to her. I’d gotten close to Matt, Miller, and Felix. But only Kennedy knew what it was like to lose a parent.Matt lost his aunt. Stop.I couldn’t think about that. I didn’t know if anything he said to me was true. Ever. He was a liar. He was just playing me.Like I played Felix?God, my head was going to explode.

Kennedy jumped to her feet and starting cheering like crazy when we scored. And I cheered right along with her. Mostly because it just felt good to scream at the top of my lungs. And maybe a little bit because it was easy to get caught up in the excitement.

By halftime we were up 19 to 7. It should have been 21, but Kennedy was right. Prescott was shitty at kicking the PAT. He’d missed two. The stands started emptying out.

“Where is everyone going?” I asked.

“Probably to grab something from the concession stand. Or to use the bathroom.”

I felt silly. I thought there was some weird homecoming congregation or something. But food and using the toilet was the logical conclusion. “Are you hungry?”

“No. You?”

I shook my head.

“So what’s going on with you and Miller?” Kennedy asked.

I was glad it had quieted down enough for us to not have to yell. “Is it that obvious?”

She smiled. “No. I was kinda joking because it’s literally his job to stare at you.” She turned around and waved at him. “But now I know it’s more than that.”