Emily's POV
"I don't know that guy, later my friends are playing and I would actually be with them but I was looking for a black hair that didn't show up" He reaches out his hand and touches the hairlines next to my cheek. "But I did think I saw some recognizable faces up there in the front. I did see Lana with a very..."
"Stunning? Yes I know, at the end of the day your plan was attractive to a lot of people Blakie. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all" He stretches out his hand once again, this time offering it to me: "Come on, let me introduce you to my friends before they come up to play. They sure are cool."
Mine is cool too, I say to myself.
In a matter of two seconds, I glance at his hand and around me looking for some six-foot tall brown hair, a black t-shirt, and tattooed arms looking at me. I didn't want to be caught Nathan holding Blake's hand, because there was bound to be a cockfight between the two of them.
But the field seemed safe.
