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"Kinda weird, huh?" a deep Baa flash of a Cri sun from my eyes with my hand, and suddenly lost my breath

"S-sorry, what?" I asked in a quiet voice, tipping uy’s face

When shade hit, he appeared Austin Carillo, wide receiver, nuhty-three

Carillo stepped closer to me from his secluded spot beside the players’ tunnel and the stands "This The quiet after the storestured to the empty stadiuame"

I followed the action of his hand "Not the three touchdowns you scored?"

The corners of his mouth hooked up in a reluctant smirk I’d seen Carillo around campus from time to time over the past three years, and I think it was the first ti close to a smile I wasn’t surprised He was like me--darker, quieter, kept to himself

Austin Carillo was the Italian bad boy of UA: six-foot-four, beautifully olive skin, piercings galore, black ear gauges, neck-to-toe tattoos, dark hair and the darkest of brown eyes

I felt myself blush If I had a type, he’d be it But I didn’t date, and from what I’d heard, neither did he

"Nah It’s this The replay of the ga of memories on this field"

A sense of peace floated over me at what he described "I know exactly what you reasy food, churned-up grass… victory

Austin glanced back to the tunnel and, without another word, began to saunter away I stared back out onto the gridiron and sighed in relief… I’d done it I’d actually ath to spoil it

"It’s about fkin’ tiht at Carillo

"Are you talking toaround us to see if anyone else was here

Austin sestured toto you It’s about tiood to have another one of us freaks on this teaht, but all I could do atch him disappear into the locker roo ers over my black hair and lipstick, and I felt a flutter inthe cleanup crew enter the stadiurass frole blade It was ame I’d ever cheered… But this would beup et ho Daisy all about it