I was half expecting her not to show, had been watching for her so was distracted by her arrival. She looked fierce, with a pleated gray wool skirt and black boots, her outfit meant to mimic the classic schoolgirl’s uniform, but she wore it with a white tank top and a cropped plaid jacket so you could see the slim line of her waist. The hemline of her skirt rippled at the curve of her thigh. We won the game, which put me in a good mood even if the win was meaningless. We had no chance at making regionals based on our season record, but it was good to go out of the season on a win. When I headed off the field, Raine was leaning on the low fence that surrounded the field, talking to Eli. They seemed friendly, like they knew each other pretty well. Eli had one hand resting on the fence and was standing close enough to her that I felt the familiar flash of white-hot jealousy knife through my chest. For half a minute I thought about just walking off to the locker room, ignoring Raine as long as she was talking to Eli.
