Chapter 218

                                    

                                          
Track meets in March were a form of torture, Juliette was sure of it... Maybe not for the people who were actually running the races, but for her, the poor unfortunate motherfucker who was in the stands because her two best friends were really fucking good at this sport... It was the one thing that Shelby was never able to make her try, it scared her.
Right now she hated that Shelby and Micheal had discovered it either... Sure, it gave her a really good reason to curl into Esme's side, but that was about it.
I better not get sick from the cold... Is that even real?  Well... If it is it better not fucking happen.
"It's so fucking cold out, I don't understand how they're wearing those uniforms." Juliette said, her teeth chattering through the sentence as Esme wrapped an arm around her body and held her closer. She wasn't someone who got cold easily most of the time, but when she was half expecting to be warmish she got cold easily.
"Why do you think most of them have leggings on under their shorts?" Juliette glanced down to where Yvonne was sitting, knees drawn to her chest as she stared out at the field... They'd have to move off the bleachers soon if she wanted a prayer of actually hugging Shelby once she won her event, but for now she'd let Yvonne stay where she was.  Annoying asshole. "Fucking cold." She said, and Juliette nodded.  Obviously she knew that, she was just complaining that March in New York was still fucking cold.
"I just don't know why March is an acceptable time to be doing an outside sport." She said, and Yvonne furrowed her brows.
"Because that's when spring sports start." Oh, I'm gonna eat you.
"You are... A pain in the ass to be around, do you know that?" She asked, and Yvonne beamed, nodding as she rested her chin on her hand before looking forward again.  There was no reason to be so cocky, Juliette couldn't understand why Yvonne wanted to act like that at all... Did she do the same thing?  Sure, but at least she was funnier.
"Thank you, I pride myself on it." Bitch.
"Hey guys." She stiffened, recognizing Ingrid's voice behind her as she leaned more into Esme... Ingrid hadn't done anything wrong recently, but she didn't wanna let her guard down too much. "Can we sit with you?" We?
She turned around, knowing that it couldn't be Katherine or Imogen or Khloe, they were all down on the field... No.
Rachelle.  Miles.  Oh.  Okay.
"Oh! Hey, yeah... Of course." Juliette nodded at Ingrid before giving Rachelle and Miles each a wider, more sincere smile... She'd never seen them near each other before but... Yeah.  Same fucking smile. "Hey Rachelle. Hey Miles." That earned her two friendly smiles right back.
Good.
"Hey." Beside Rachelle, she saw Miles shiver as he waved back at her.  She frowned, reaching over to touch his arm before thinking better of it... She wasn't sure how Miles felt about touch, she didn't wanna cross his boundaries.
"Are you cold?" She asked, and Miles nodded, tucking his hands into his pockets as he looked out at the field, seeming determined to spot someone... Probably Tate... How hard could it be to spot Tate in a field full of people? He was a fucking giant. She was half tempted to help them look just so that he could be found.
"Freezing, but it's okay. It's worth it."
"Babe!" A jacket came flying through the air, hitting Miles square in the chest.  He stumbled a bit but caught it and looked around, clearly just as confused as she was.  Tate. Had to be. "You can't be out here without a jacket.  Put that on."  Even as Miles protested, he slipped Tate's jacket over his shoulders and let it drape down his body as Tate wandered closer.