I reared with a growl and shot him a scowl, “First of all, I could do without a dead-arm when I’m due to sit Beaker’s fucking science test today.” I took a deep breath before I said, “And as you can see, I’m eating lunch and waiting for you dicks to shut the fuck up.”
My mood was souring by the second. I usually enjoyed banter with my brothers, even clashing swords with Storm could be fun but I felt pissed off that Molly hadn’t shown up.Where the fuck was she?
“You’ve not eaten shit and what the fuck do you keep looking at?” Nix said, glancing around the room. “You’re either PMS-ing, or you’ve something on your mind. If it’s girl-related, give it up?”
“Yeah, spill it. We don’t keep secrets from each other, remember? Especially not when it concerns pussy,” Reed pointed out with a huff.
Storm cursed under her breath, clearly opposed to the label Reed used for her sex.
I waved them off and played with my food. “I’m not keeping a secret. Can’t a guy just eat in peace?”
“You’re cagier than a fucking zoo, bro,” Nix added.
“Do you want to know what I think?” Reed quipped.
I rolled my eyes. “Please do impart your wisdom.” I couldn’t have been more sarcastic if I had tried. Luckily, Micah was fucking around on his phone and so didn’t jump onto the bandwagon.
“You’re pissed because you lost your shit again today which means Coach will probably bench you for the game this weekend.” He then turned to get Nix’s reaction to his translation of my behaviour before he tacked on. “Hudalwaysdishes out the silent treatment when he can’t join us on the field,” Reed said with a smirk.
“Good point. So, what is it, little brother? Aunt Flo or the Coach? Maybe don’t start brawling like a psycho during scrimmage,” Phoenix suggested unhelpfully.
So, what I lost my shit, Reed hadn’t exactly been firing on all cylinders. He’d been getting sacked nearly every play he ran yet Rutherford said fuck all to him. Quarterbacks and their undeserved glory. Fucking poster boys, the lot of them.
“I heard you hit him so hard that he threw up in the bleachers on Courtney Swan’s pom poms,” Micah added, not looking up from his phone. That wasn’t entirely true, I’d pulled my punch. Otherwise, he’d be coughing up a lung right now.
“NowthatI’d like to have seen,” Phoenix said with a goofy look.
Micah added with a nod. “Dude looked like he’d been mauled by a wild animal.”
“And he was,” Reed added with a wink. I’d been called worse.
“Shut the fuck up. Both of you,” I grunted, still feeling the aftershock of regret for my actions.
“Anyway, since when did you give a shit about Beakers lesson?” Micah said, changing the subject back to the looming exam.
Just the fact that I’d spent the night before, whilst my jerk-off brothers were gaming, cramming for my exam. I had hit the books whilst they’d hit the liquor cabinet and Grand Theft Auto.
I glanced around with a dark look at my family. “If I don’t maintain a decent GPA, I can’t play football, you know that.”
Beaker was the nickname for one of our science teachers. The silly old fart’s real name was Mrs. Wallis, but we’d named her after that Sesame Street character. It was an old show, and we sometimes watched the reruns on HBO together. Childish as fuck I know, but funny.
I looked down at said food. I hadn’t eaten a thing as the biggest gannet in my family pointed out, “Are you going to eat that or not?” Reed said, eyeing up my hot dog like he hadn’t eaten in a week.
“I’m debating whether I want it,” I pointed out, washing a hand down my face.
“So, nobody hasanyinterest in the Miller kid’s rack then?” Micah cut in, dragging us back to our earlier discussion.
Grimacing, I pushed my stone-cold wiener towards Reed, whose face lit up, “Especially when you call her a kid,” I bit back.
“Ah, the titties you were talking about. Marion, or Mary something?” Nix added, cottoning on.
“Mary-Ann Miller,” Micah corrected before throwing in, “Cracking body, too.”
“I know. I just saw her out in the hall. She’s a looker for sure, like a less fake Tate. But I imagine she’s as stuck up as they come, being a principal’s daughter.”
“You think Tate is fake? I’ll tell her you said that, Phoenix,” Storm grunted moodily. She wasn’t genuinely close with Tate, but she was still so far up the girl's ass that youcouldn’t see her feet. I’d always hated their relationship and was surprised it had survived our junior year, to be honest.
Storm was from old money, but Tate was a member of the nouveau-riche elite.
