SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.

The stadium lights blared as the sounds of the students roaring in cheers for the upcoming game blasted through the walls, and the girls and I took our seats at the front.

“You think this was the fucking Super Bowl?” Amara yelled over their screams so we could hear her. “Relax, people, it’s just Lucien and his team in high school.” 

“Not just high school,”  Seraphina said, munching on her Pringles. “Ravenscroft’s on the team, ...