Later on, I could remind myself why my stomach hurt and deal with being in a bad mood, but in that instant, I was listening.

Sacha blew out a loud breath, his eyes darting to the ceiling for a split second before continuing his call. “You need to think about what I told you. I'm not going to change my mind… Now isn’t the time to talk about it… I told you in the bus—we’ve already gone over this. Okay?... I know… Okay… Bye."

Well, then. That was awkward.

Isaiah gave me a long side-glance before he cleared his throat. "She still giving you shit?"

Sacha nodded stiffly. I could see his hands flexing on the steering wheel. "She's just—," he grunted at the end in what I could only assume to be frustration.

Was it wrong that I sat there chuckling internally to myself? Nah. Well, maybe a little. I should have been sad that my friend was upset, but I wasn't.

"Women," Sacha huffed, turning really quickly to look at me with an impish grin.

I leaned forward and flicked his cheek in response.

* * *

"What are my chances of dying of heatstroke?"

"You have a better chance of dying if I trip you on the way down."

I shot Sacha a dirty look as we walked down the stairs to our seats. It was the second day of our mini-break between tours, and the lucky bastard had gotten free tickets to a Philadelphia Alliance game. They were a soccer team for the Men’s American League. One of TCC’s fans had messaged him and offered tickets following a post he’d made on the band's Twitter account about our soccer game the day before. The four tickets he'd received were split between us, Julian and Mateo. Isaiah had bowed out with other plans. The big shocker of the day had been Julian, who finally wasn’t acting as if I had herpes. He’d actually smiled at me when I met up with them in the lobby.

"These are awesome," I said when we found the lower level row where our seats were located.

Julian wiggled his way in first; I followed behind with Sacha next and finally Mateo. The game was set to start in five minutes, and I really needed some water. The bright, blistering sun was almost painful. I’d put sunblock on the day before but I hadn’t reapplied it, and I’d gotten slightly burnt. My only relief was that the sun would be setting in about an hour. When a vendor started walking up and down the aisle immediately after we'd sat down, I shot up and tried to catch her attention.

"You guys want one?" I asked them.

Sacha and Julian nodded, and I shuffled to stand in front of Sacha so I could grab the three bottles and pay for them. Did I stop in front of him on purpose? No.

I was a damn liar. I sure as hell had. I was wearing my best pair of khaki shorts, and while I hadn’t grown into great breasts, I did have a decent butt, so sue me. Slinking back into my seat, I caught Sassy wiggling in his seat as he reached for the wallet in his back pocket.

I scowled over, tapping his arm. "Don't worry about it."

He frowned slightly before nodding. "Thanks."

Julian who hadn’t spoken to me in weeks, leaned over my seat. "Thanks, Gaby."

I nodded at him and settled in, gulping down half my bottle in one sip. "Do you ever go to games back home?" I asked them.

"No, San Jose is the closest city with a team, and we’re usually gone every summer anyway. You?"

"Same here. Houston is a few hours away. I've gone with my best friend a few times; her cousin actually plays for the women’s team there and sometimes gives her tickets,” I explained. “We’ve paid to go see the men’s team a few times. Laila likes to check out the guys.”