I look down at my fist when I hear that I’m cracking my knuckles. These two are worse than the two I drove here with.
They stay a few feet ahead of us, and I give them my back, but I can still hear their conversation.
“It kind of sucks that we can’t stay with Sage longer, but I’m glad we were able to see her set up. Her studio is cool.”
Sire agrees with his brother before raving about how he thinks their sister is going to win this contest. A part of me is surprisedthey don’t assume I’m a part of this project of hers and warn me to steer clear of her, but I was already planning on it. I can’t stand these two, and considering my coach is already punishing me for fighting, I don’t need to add the Hale family to my problems.
Moon walks over to me after the brothers go over to order their food, and I don’t walk away because he’s watching the Hale brothers, and it looks like he wants to tell me something about them.
“Okay…” He unfortunately starts. “After all this time, I’m still not sure why we don’t like them, but would it be weird if I asked for their autograph?”
I blink three times. “Get out of my face.”
“They don’t know we’re friends, so–”
“We’re not friends. If you want to be a dick rider, then go ahead and ask for their autograph.”
Both Hale brothers play for the LA Dodgers, and while Jordan and I play for the Yankees, we’re constantly head-to-head with each other, but that’s not the reason I can’t stand them.
“Oh, okay, I think that was unnecessary to say. I’m not adick rider; I’m a supporter.”
“Go and support them then, and find a ride to wherever you're going while you’re at it.” Moon doesn't even live in New York, but I don't ask why he came here with Jordan.
His eyebrows raise, and I look away from his dumbass.
“Alrighty, you could’ve just said, yes, 'Moon, it would be weird' that’s it. You–”
“Stop talking.”
Another echo of laughs fills my ears, and then someone bumps into my shoulder.
“Shit, my bad–” Sire turns to me and genuinely looks like he didn’t mean to bump into me, but then a smirk covers his face when he realizes who he bumped into. “Actually, not my bad.”
I roll my eyes at his smug smile. “Back up, Griffin.” I use his last name out of habit, it's an athlete thing and as the years gone by, it stuck.
He doesn't look fazed by my words, and beside him, August bites back a smile. I focus on him for half a second, and it irritates me that he's Sage's twin because he has her damn eyes and dimples.
“You wouldn't happen to be here for a particular photo shoot with your team?” August voices this time.There it is.I knew they couldn't resist asking.
I fake a confused face. “Do I look like I have time to sit in front of a camera?”No, but you apparently have plenty of time to stand behind one for his twin.“What is it your business anyway?” I lean against the table behind me casually.
They look like they're thinking of revealing their sister is in charge of the shoot but wisely choose against it, not knowing I'm fully aware. “Stay away from the photo shoot.” Sire threatens cooly.
“Don't tell me what to do, Griffin. Get out of my face.” I roll my eyes at him as I glance to the side.
“Or what?” Sire takes a step forward, and I feel my fist balling at my side. “Just stay away.” He warns.
I raise my brows. “I'm petrified,” I reply dryly before pushing off of the table and stepping to him. “If that's a threat, go through with it now, Griffin.”
Sire takes another small step towards me, but August tells him I’m not worth it. They walk away, but their presence is still irritating me, so I walk out and sit in Jordan's car.
After a few minutes, Jordan slides into the car with Moon.
“You good?” Jordan steals a glance, and once I nod in response, he doesn't push for more.
“You look mad.” Moon voices as he leans forward to get a better look at me. Before I can tell him, again, to put his damnseat belt on, Jordan beats me to it. I'm not mad; I'm annoyed that the Hale brothers think they can tell me what to do and simply throw threats around.
“Why do you hate them so much?”Moon asks again as if he just read my mind.
