I looked down at the white t-shirt I was wearing. It's pretty causal other than the fact there was a phrase on the shirt. 
 
Isla traces the red heart in the center of the writing and reads, "I love my girlfriend." I only grin at that, and she laughs. "That's so cheesy, baby," she says with a shake of her head. "Where did you get it from?" 
 
"Online shop," I say, trying to recall what it was called. "Etsy?" 
 
She slaps my chest with a laugh and says, "You're very cheesy." 
 
 
I press a quick kiss to her lips. "I just love you. And that's what the shirt says, right?" When she doesn't respond, I tug on the braid she added to her ponytail. She laughs then and, with a sigh, says, "Yeah, it does." 
 
"Yeah, it does," I agree with a grin. I shrug sheepishly. "Can't I just wear a shirt that says that?" 
 
Isla rolls her eyes, and I laugh. She gazes up at me as her laughter simmers and says, "I've never had a boy cheering for me." 
 
I give her an incredulous look, pointedly looking back at the stands. "And those guys?" 
 
"They're my friends," she says, and when I raise an eyebrow at her, she sighs. "Right, I meant I've never had a boyfriend cheer for me during my game." 
 
I nod and then grin. "It was so cool to watch," I say with an intrigued smile. "I couldn't believe the scores you were getting. I'll have to bring Jack to watch next time. He will be your biggest fan." 
 
She places a finger on my chest, looking up at me. "After you, of course?" 
 
"After me, of course," I add to my other sentence. She beams brightly at me and says, "Thank you for rooting for me." 
 
"No problem," I answer. Not when she was such fun to watch on the field. Her throws were immaculate, and it was awesome trying to keep up with her on the court. It was an exciting game to sign the lease. I flutter my fingers on the side of her waist, grabbing her attention. 
 
"Now when can I take my girl out to celebrate tonight?" I ask with a smile. She smiles as well at the request, but then suddenly flashes her face. Her smile flatters, and she says, "Um, actually, the girls and I usually just celebrate with the boys. They have this tradition, and what not?" 
 
I feel myself frown, but I force a smile. "That's fine. Sounds fun." I start to leave, but then she places a hand on my wrist. "Wait, you should join us," she says with a nod. "Yeah, that would be fun. 
 
"Uh," I say, running a hand through my hair. Looking back at the group of friends she was referring to at the stands, I hesitate to accept her offer. "I just don't know," I say. "I've never hung out with them and—" 
 
"This will be the perfect opportunity." 
 
"And the fact that most of them don't even like me," I cut in over her. She gives me a confused look, and I sigh. "It hasn't been long since Kyler was talking about me to you. I mean, I'm not referring to the loser comment behavior that wants to be very original, but just generally. Generally, your friends, mostly the guys, don't like me." 
 
She frowns, and then maybe it dawns on her what I'm talking about. Looking back at the stadium, she says, "I didn't know most of them didn't like you." 
 
"They don't know me," I say with a shrug. "But they are judgmental, and with my dad's case the only thing on the news these days, I know what everyone is thinking of." 
 
She frowns deeper before looking at me. "I really do want to hang out with you tonight." 
 
"It's okay, you have plans," I say with a smile. I move closer to her and say, "Go hang out with your friends, and we will celebrate another day, yeah?"