A Fine Line by Courtney Brandt Read Free Book Online

section that was responsible. Kevin and Thomas were all smiles as they marched. Even Mark and Lucy glanced across at each other and shared a grin.
     
    On the field during pre-game festivities, the marching band played the Star Spangled Banner and the colors were raised. As the band filed into the stands, the drummers waited their turn and Lucy looked out onto the field and, without meaning to, immediately focused in on a familiar figure, the kicker, #11. Wes looked, well, undeniably good, in his green football jersey and black pants. After watching him stretch and warm up for a few moments, Lucy made her way up to the stands, silently questioning her mental health.
    I have a boyfriend…I’m not supposed to be ogling football players who cause property damage!
    After the warm up at the end of the second quarter, the band marched out onto the field, more than ready to perform to the packed stands. With military precision, Fred and Drew performed their salute near the fifty-yard line and Drew came running across quickly to climb the Drum major’s podium. Briefly making eye contact with as many players as possible, he brought the band to attention, then lifted his hands and the show began. Bronwyn couldn’t believe what a high she was getting from performing in front of the crowd. The opener was quickly over and Drew climbed off his podium and waited for Fred to begin the next song. With his back facing the stands he winked at Bronwyn and asked, whispering, “Where was Lucy yesterday?”
    Bronwyn was shocked he was actually talking to her, in the middle of a performance no less, and replied with more wit than she actually imagined she had, “Misguided apology.”
    Fred began the second song and the percussion feature began. Drew marched off in the direction of the smaller podium to Fred’s right. Bronwyn blinked and wondered, did that actually just happen?
     
    Post-halftime show, Lucy and the rest of the Line walked off the field. After placing her drum in the stands and overseeing the rest of the basses do the same, Lucy walked over to the concession stand, with Gina and Mandy at her side.
    Mandy asked, “Did anything interesting happen on your day off?”
    With their new Captainships, Mandy and Gina were both extremely busy before the game, so Lucy hadn’t had a chance to catch up with either of them. Also, somehow, getting the story out to Bronwyn had made her feel a lot calmer, so she merely replied, “Well, I took a nap and was woken by my ‘Prince Charming’…”
    “Sam came home to visit?” questioned Gina.
    “I was kidding. Wes came up to see me…”
    “In your bedroom?!” Mandy practically shouted, loud enough to attract a few stares from passing band members.
    Lucy clapped a hand over her friend’s mouth, “Shh!!! Anyway, he brought my homework and when he was leaving, managed to back into our mailbox. My Mom, in a complete moment of brilliance, decided that he would ‘work off’ the debt owed to our family in the form of yard work and maybe even personal coaching for Craig. ”
    The trio’s attention was suddenly caught by the announcement which echoed across the stadium, “From across the pond, Wes Mallinson puts up his first field goal in the United States. Let’s give him a big Forrest Hills round of applause.”
    Gina nudged Lucy, “So, you mean to tell us that guy was in your bedroom earlier?”
    Lucy rolled her eyes, “The one and only.”
    Sam called Lucy when she was on her way to Waffle House that night. He greeted her warmly, “Hey babe. How was the game?”
    “It was a decent first official show. The freshies were so cute on their big first night.”
    As Sam proceeded to inform her about his day of classes, Lucy’s mind started to wander.
    You need to tell him about Wes. Like, now.
    What is there to tell?
    How would you feel if some chick walked into his room and woke him up?
    You make it sound as if something actually happened.
    So, why aren’t you telling him? What if he