Page 135 of The Incredible Ordinary

“What are you doing?” Rory asks.

“Calling the cops,” I say.

He slams his hand over the screen. “Why?”

“To report that man.”

“There’s no point,” he says. “He’s gone.”

My thumb hovers over the screen while I try to figure out what to do.

“It wasn’t a big deal,” Rory says.

“What?” I stare at him. “Rory, that was not okay what just happened.”

“It was just some guy!” he says, and there’s a strange urgency in his voice.

I narrow my eyes, feeling a nagging hunch I can’t really explain. “Did you know him?”

“What? No. He was just some weird guy.”

“Okay, but what happened, then? Because that looked like an altercation.”

“I bumped into him.” Rory scowls. “By accident,” he adds with an immediate air of defensiveness in his tone. “Dude lost his shit. I don’t know why. It wasn’t like I mowed him down or anything.”

“Don’t say shit,” I say automatically.

He rolls his eyes. “Please. I just want to go to the game. I don’t want to sit here and let everybody down.”

I blow out a breath and try to take stock of the situation. By now, the guy’s long gone. The moment to report anything? Also gone.

“Yeah, okay.” I groan while I tap my fist against my forehead. “Your brother isn’t going to be happy with me.”

“You’re not gonna tell him about this, are you?” Rory says, again with that alarmed look.

“I kind of have to. It’s the sort of thing the adults in your life will want to know about.”

“He’ll just get, like, pointlessly worried and sh—crap.”

“Definitely not pointlessly,” I say dryly.

He scowls at me. “Just…” He sighs. “I’ll tell him myself.” His shoulders slump, and he makes a face. “If I have to.” He sends a hopeful look my way.

“Either me or you,” I say.

“Yeah, fine. I’ll tell him.”

“Okay.” I nod, and we eye each other for another second before I gesture to where Theo is still standing. “Come on. You two have a game to win.”

JORDAN

Milán and Aidenmake it to the stadium when halftime is almost over. I wait for them outside. There’s a small smile on Milán’s lips. It’s like a secret we both share. He holds my gaze the whole time it takes him to cross the street and make his way to me.

He’s dressed in a pair of jeans and a gray Henley with a forest green flannel shirt thrown over it. One look at him, and my whole body leans into the space left between us, eager to erase it. My pulse jumps into an erratic rhythm while his presence settles under my skin, warm and restless at the same time.

Terrifying, because nothing has prepared me for this, and I wasn’t planning on him. I wasn’t planning to feel this much this soon. I wasn’t planning to feel anything at all.

I stop in front of him, unwrap my scarf from around my neck and wrap it around his. He raises a brow at me, and I shrug. His lips stretch into an even bigger smile.