Free Hide and Seek by Sara Shepard

he’d shaved, using the Kiehl’s aftershave she’d bought for him this past weekend. It was cute that he was so eager to make a good impression.
    Even though they were at Wheeler, it felt like all of Hollier had turned out for the match. The stands were full of kids in green, who were stamping their feet and singing the school song. Emma looked for Madeline’s black hair and Charlotte’s shock of red, but she didn’t see them. “That’s weird,” she murmured. “They told me they’d be on the top row.”
    “Maybe they’re busy planning another prank on us,” Ethan mumbled under his breath.
    “Ha, ha, very funny,” Emma said. The Lying Game had trapped Emma and Ethan in an abandoned house together last week. “Maybe they’ll lock us in a bathroom this time.”
    Ethan wrinkled his nose. “Hopefully not the guys’ locker room. That place smells like ass.”
    “Maybe the massage room for the sports teams,” Emma teased. “With our own personal masseuse.”
    Ethan broke into a smile. “Now that I could get behind.”
    There was an empty spot at the top, and Emma pulled Ethan up the metal steps. A few kids moved over to make room for them to sit. One girl with a short bob lifted her phone, pretending to text, but Emma could tell she’dsnapped Ethan’s picture. Two freshman girls a few rows down giggled and pointed Ethan’s way.
    Emma nudged his side. “Don’t look now, but I think you have the beginnings of a fan club.”
    Ethan flushed. “Yeah, right.”
    His bashfulness didn’t fool me, though. As Ethan ran a hand through his inky dark hair, I caught a trace of a smile on his face. Was it possible Loner Boy was enjoying the new attention? I always thought it was telling that the only people who railed against popularity were the unpopular ones. Who wouldn’t want to be adored?
    A ref blew his whistle, and the two teams ran back to their benches to talk to the coaches before the game started. The scent of yellow mustard tickled Emma’s nose, and a soft breeze whispered across the back of her neck.
    Ethan slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “Are you cold?”
    “Maybe a little,” Emma said.
    “Sutton used to say night games were her favorite,” Ethan murmured so no one else could hear. “She said there was something really sexy about playing under the stars.”
    Emma twisted around to face him. “Really?”
    Ethan tucked a dark curl behind his ear. “I overheard her say that once in the halls. I guess it stuck with me.”
    Emma pulled in her bottom lip, feeling unexpectedlyjealous. It seemed like every guy at school had had a crush on Sutton. Had Ethan, too? She knew it was ridiculous to be jealous of her dead twin sister, but she couldn’t help but wonder, sometimes, if Ethan saw something in Sutton that he didn’t see in her. “Is there anything else about her that stuck with you?” she asked quietly.
    “I’ve told you everything.” Ethan curled his fingers around Emma’s. “I wish I knew more.”
    Emma let out a breath. “So do I.”
    “Sutton!” Gabby cried. She and Lili were making their way up the bleachers, wearing matching HOLLIER SOCCER GROUPIE T-shirts. Charlotte, Madeline, Thayer, and Laurel followed a few steps behind. Thayer wore his old soccer jersey. Somewhat ironically he was number thirteen.
    “Hey!” Emma said, waving them toward her. All she had to do was glance at the kids around them, and a whole slew of girls and guys got up, no questions asked, and moved down several rows. It was insane having that kind of power, especially when in her previous life, she would have been the one scurrying away.
    Ethan watched as everyone climbed up the bleachers. “Let the games begin,” he murmured under his breath.
    Lili reached the top and twirled around, showing off the back of her hot pink T-shirt, which read GET CRASS ON THE GRASS . “Like ’em? We had them custom-made.”
    “You can’t find something this authentic in the schoolstore,” Gabby