Romans & histoires Jordan Hare Stadium Seating Chart

“BOYS WE NEED TO BE HARD, STRONG AND FAST OUT THERE. Harvard are a different side since we played them in round one ok, so pulled your heads in and beat their asses.” Coach Hale commands. No wonder where Josie gets her angry flare from. He’s right Harvard are playing so much better to how they did in that first game against us. Since they aren’t out of state it’s still technically at home just not at our stadium so we always have a fanbase at these games but still far enough away to have a hotel.

I could see the thousands of screaming fans through the giant windows all melting with the evening heat, and I knew that it wasn't the norm. There were only about ten seats comfortably spaced through the large room and all of them were filled with Blue Jay fans, except for the two in the middle. These seats looked rich and comfortable, especially compared to the plastic ones outside. “Those are ours,” Gabe said, leading me to the seats.

Those who were unaware of the situation would assume that he had a very close relationship with Zayn. “It’s fine, it’s fine. It’s great now that you’re here.” Jordan showed the utmost respect to Zayn. He held Zayn’s hand and guided him to take a seat right next to him, taking Shane’s original seat straightforwardly. In other words, Zayn was seated to the left of Jordan while Zidane was seated to the right of Jordan. On the contrary, Jordan’s biological son, Shane, was forced to sit to Zayn’s left.

Kyle after some small talk called a guy and ask him to show the three girls the seats that were reserved for them earlier and said his goodbye. The guy who introduce himself as Kevin lead them into the seats in the front row where there are three vacant seats. It has Keller, Milligan and Andrews written at the back of each chair. They take their seats and said thank you to Kevin then he excuse himself. Before the game starts the announcer introduce the players one after another. The first to introduce are the players of Jarrington High. First name that was called is Jace who looks up and when he spotted her, flash a wide smile directly to Arianne. She smiled back and mouthed Goodluck!

And I tugged her arm to stop being so mean. “My apologies miss,” the security’s eyes dropped in apology. “You can go on in. Enjoy the game.” “Oh we willll!” Maddie squeaked, her eyes bearing so much joy as she led us into the huge hall. Every seat in sight was occupied, and it ran for miles. “We should have a seat reservation, shouldn’t we?” I glanced nervously at the seats of cheering viewers. Their flags of different players they were supporting. “Yes, we should.” Maddie glanced at the ticket in her hand, and then took my arm, leading me towards the front row.

LeBlanc wasn’t sure if he was joking or not. He looked around. The Stadium was already more than half-full, and even more people were arriving by the minute. For the Finale, the Stadium had been returned to its traditional set up which reminded LeBlanc of an idol’s concert hall. General admission had seats in the tiered bleachers on all sides. The closer to the lower half of the Stadium seats, the more expensive the ticket. Holo-screens showing both ends of the runway and center stage were strategically placed in these areas so that everyone could see the performers and models once the show starts.

“Fine. But I’m not cheering.” “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” The bleachers were packed. Students from every grade stuffed into rows, shouting and laughing, their faces painted in black and gold. Kenzie was down front with the other cheerleaders, her ponytail bouncing aggressively as she led a chant that echoed across the field. Harper shrunk deeper into her seat, silently willing herself to disappear. But she did scan the field. And when she found him, her breath caught. Jaxon was at the 40-yard line, helmet off, jersey stretched over shoulder pads, black eye paint smudged slightly beneath his left eye.

Zane sat far off to the left corner of the front row, glaring at me with eyes that would rip a hole inside my chest if they could. Ellie grimaced beside him. I sat straight up and ran my eyes across the seats higher up. Bianca. My gaze settled on her. Eighth row from the front with a placard that read, “Go Leopards!” “How long have you been staring at me?” I said under my breath, as if she'd hear me through the chants and chaos. She smiled. I beamed too, memories of last night's ordeal slowly flooding my mind. So it was only right I looked up at the management section of the arena… and saw him as well.

After a brief moment, he said, “It looks like five media outlets, and I would say about two hundred people.” Jenny then interjected, “I would peg them as residents of Bellevue. Oh, there are some vacant chairs up in the second row.” “Is Nate up there?” asked Mira , as Hector helped her into her seat then Jenny sat beside her. “Yeah,” she said. “And a few executives, it looks like.” Hector leaned in close to her ear and said, “Carter and Layla are across the aisle.”

Finals Day, T City, Baker Stadium. The VIP box where Wendy, Simone, and the others were seated was located in the middle of the first-tier stands. The box was spacious, with comfortable seats, an excellent view, and an unlimited supply of red wine, drinks, and delicious food. "Hey, Wendy! Can I take a photo with you?" Wendy looked outside the box. A Black girl was waving her phone at her. The game hadn't started yet, and quite a few people had come to ask for photos with her.