Back Nobody in Particular
Chapters (61)
  1. Copyright Notice
  2. Dedication
  3. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  4. ONE DANNI
  5. TWO ROSE
  6. THREE DANNI
  7. FOUR DANNI
  8. FIVE ROSE
  9. SIX ROSE
  10. SEVEN DANNI
  11. EIGHT ROSE
  12. NINE DANNI
  13. TEN ROSE
  14. ELEVEN ROSE
  15. TWELVE ROSE
  16. THIRTEEN ROSE
  17. FOURTEEN DANNI
  18. FIFTEEN DANNI
  19. SIXTEEN ROSE
  20. SEVENTEEN DANNI
  21. EIGHTEEN ROSE
  22. NINETEEN ROSE
  23. TWENTY DANNI
  24. TWENTY-ONE DANNI
  25. TWENTY-TWO DANNI
  26. TWENTY-THREE ROSE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR ROSE
  28. TWENTY-FIVE DANNI
  29. TWENTY-SIX ROSE
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN DANNI
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT ROSE
  32. TWENTY-NINE ROSE
  33. THIRTY DANNI
  34. THIRTY-ONE DANNI
  35. THIRTY-TWO ROSE
  36. THIRTY-THREE DANNI
  37. THIRTY-FOUR ROSE
  38. THIRTY-FIVE ROSE
  39. THIRTY-SIX DANNI
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN ROSE
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT DANNI
  42. THIRTY-NINE ROSE
  43. FORTY DANNI
  44. FORTY-ONE ROSE
  45. FORTY-TWO DANNI
  46. FORTY-THREE ROSE
  47. FORTY-FOUR DANNI
  48. FORTY-FIVE ROSE
  49. FORTY-SIX ROSE
  50. FORTY-SEVEN DANNI
  51. FORTY-EIGHT ROSE
  52. FORTY-NINE ROSE
  53. FIFTY ROSE
  54. FIFTY-ONE ROSE
  55. FIFTY-TWO DANNI
  56. EPILOGUE ROSE
  57. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  58. Also by Sophie Gonzales
  59. Praise Page
  60. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  61. Newsletter Sign-up

It’s such a bizarre response to somebody obviously looking for connection that I almost wonder if I heard her wrong, or if it’s code for something. But no, I don’t think it is, because Alfie is giving her a disappointed look. “Yeah, it seems like a lot to ask of the team,” he says finally, and that’s the end of that topic, I guess.

I wonder if this is what Molly was referring to, when she said Rose doesn’t care about anybody? Speaking of Molly, if Alfie is missing Oscar, she must be, too. Is there anything I can do to look out for her? I check on her, but she’s totally wrapped up in speaking to the camera. Maybe it’s a distraction she needs right now.

When the game kicks off, I focus on it for the first ten minutes or so. At least, until I realize I have no freaking idea what is happening. There don’t seem to be any rules, except for everyone to attack the guy with the ball before he can take more than two steps.

“Do you understand the game?” Harriet asks, like she’s read my mind. I jump, and shake my head. “Okay, well, it’s simple. There are four different ways you can score points, and they’re worth different amounts. First, you’ve got what’s called a try.…”

It turns out the only thing less fun than watching a game I don’t understand is watching a game I don’t understand while someone rattles off the entire rule book to me. I don’t have the heart to beg Harriet to give it a rest, though—especially not after she’s gone out of her way to be nice to me—so I let her drone on, nodding every now and then while I silently will time to speed up.

I’m snapped out of hypnosis when—I think—the first point is scored, though I’m not sure which of the four types it is. All I know is the crowd’s exploded into cheering and stamping, so enthusiastically the seats are vibrating.

“Hell yeah, Oliver,” Molly, who’s restarted her livestream, cries behind me while she waves her phone around. “You always come through for us!”

Everyone’s gotten to their feet and broken into song—a kind of cheerleading chant about the other team “trying to try” I’ve never heard before. I scramble up to join them, but I’m just as out of place standing as I was sitting.