Elite (Empire High, #2)

by Ivy Smoak

Then the sophomore float started to go by and I could barely breathe. Matt was standing in the middle of it, still in his football gear but without the helmet. A few of his teammates were on either side of him. He was holding a microphone in his hand and staring right at me. Music started blaring through the speakers of the stadium. It was a You’re An American Reject song that I knew pretty well called My Dirty Little Secret. “What is happening?” Kennedy asked right before Matt lifted the mic to his mouth. She gasped. “Oh my God he’s going to sing to you.” “No he’s not.” “This one’s for all the beautiful ladies out there!” Matt yelled into the microphone. “See,” I said, but my voice was so weak I doubted Kennedy heard it. Had he really moved on that quickly? Hadn’t I? I swallowed hard. I hadn’t. That was the whole problem. “Just kidding,” Matt said. “This one’s for my girl. Brooklyn Sanders in the house!” Oh my God. He really is going to sing to me. Kennedy nudged me with her elbow. “This isn’t happening,” I said as students had already started looking back and forth between me and the float. “Oh, it’s happening,” Kennedy said with a laugh as the music got louder. “I know what I’ve done wrong,” Matt sung. If you could even call it singing, because it was way off key. “I’ve known it all along. I’ve tried to come clean a time or two. But I won’t steal any more time from you.” I stared at him in horror. He was changing the lyrics to be about…us. I think? “What the hell is he ...

this was actually amazing