The Summer I Went Wild Chapter 5 Part 2
Chapter 5 · Part Two
The Summer I Went Wild
“Whoa, bro is shy in the face of love.”
Roger teased, and the rest of us broke into loud chuckles. The noise earned us another round of irate glares from the older spectators nearby.
One man even tossed a crumpled soda can in our direction, muttering curses about “loud-mouthed kids.”
Instead of quieting down, we laughed harder.
“She’s coming over,” Theo hissed. “Lips shut. No funny glances.”
I glanced over.
Charlotte moved down the rows with Maddy beside her.
She looked effortlessly stunning.
A single yellow daisy was tucked behind her ear. Her green crop top revealed a slim waist, and the loose jeans she wore hung just right—casual, confident, magnetic.
Our eyes met.
Just briefly.
The air shifted—like something sparked.
I looked away fast, forcing my attention back to the field.
Entertaining feelings for her was pointless. Theo liked her, and there were plenty of girls on the island who didn’t come with this level of complication.
“So what’s been going on here?” Maddy asked, dropping into the seat beside Caleb.
Charlotte sat beside her, leaning back, eyes on the field.
“Nothing much,” Caleb replied. “Just watching the game.”
He shot Theo a teasing glance that had Theo rolling his eyes theatrically.
That did it.
We burst into laughter.
“Something happened,” Charlotte said dryly.
“Yeah, I feel it too,” Maddy added, leaning forward. “Why aren’t you telling us?”
“Nothing happened,” I said quickly.
They exchanged synchronized eye rolls.
“I like the guys in blue jerseys,” Maddy announced. “Most of them are hot.”
“Bayside United’s the better team,” Roger said.
“Langley Lions are better,” Charlotte countered smoothly.
Theo leaned closer. “You like soccer?”
She nodded, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Langley Lions are one of my favorites.”
“See?” I said. “Good taste.”
She rolled her eyes—but smiled.
The crowd erupted as the Lions scored.
Charlotte cheered, her face lighting up.
For a moment, I forgot about Theo.
I only watched her.
“Told you they were better,” she said smugly.
“You’re their good luck charm,” Caleb said.
I raised my hand. “High five.”
She hesitated.
Then she slapped my palm lightly.
The warmth lingered long after the game resumed.
And for the life of me, I couldn’t stop wondering what it would feel like to hold her hand longer.