Semua Bab Touchdown For The Devil : Bab 11

The football stadium looked different at night. Without the screaming fans and flashing cameras, Westbridge finally lost some of its arrogance. The empty bleachers stretched silently beneath cold floodlights while the field glowed green under the midnight sky. Ariana adjusted her camera bag higher on her shoulder as she crossed the lower stands alone. She should have gone home an hour ago. Instead she'd stayed late in the media building editing fundraiser photos until her head hurt, and now all she wanted was quiet. Unfortunately, quiet apparently belonged to Dante Cole tonight. She spotted him halfway up the bleachers immediately, black hoodie, head tilted back, one arm resting over his knee. From a distance he looked calm, but up close he looked wrecked. His knuckles were bruised again, a fresh cut marked the side of his jaw, and an unopened bottle of water sat beside him while the rest of the stadium echoed with silence. For one brief second he looked lonely, and the realization