Hey, we won the game, and your brother is dragging me to a party.
We hop on the bus and drive to the hotel. I get a text back.
Scar
Oh, lord. Good luck with him. Spence, if I can’t have boys, you can't have girls. Remember, I have yourbaby, and if a girl is hanging on you, I guess you'd better hope you have good insurance.
Me
I wouldn't dream of it, Beauty Queen.
Scar
Good, xoxo
We arrive at the hotel, and the boys unload their luggage. I am exhausted —maybe it's because school and the game whipped my ass, or maybe this secret is weighing me down.
“Uber's here!” Levi jumps up, having been showered and changed into his fuck boy attire.
The party is alright, but I have too much on my mind to really be enjoying myself; I can't say the same for Levi. He is playing beer pong like the last piece of ass depends on it, where I take it easy and talk to some baseball guys about college and next year slots.
Around two a.m. after Levi got his fill of the beautiful bronze athletic trainer, I finally got him out of there. Carrying him into the hotel was not for the weak; he’s a big boy, but I'm happy to see him finally let loose.
The plan was to tell him about Scar on the way home, but he slept off his hangover the entire time. So, now we are arriving home, still full of secrets and regrets for not telling him.
Chapter 28
Compromise
Levi
Spencer drives my car home once we get back to town because the sun is too loud and the music is too bright, or some shit like that. I went so hard last night, I'm surprised I didn’t make the bus pull over to puke more than once.
It feels good to be hungover, to actually have a good memory to relate to, feeling like shit the next day. When my house comes into view, it hits me. I've left my sister home alone with the devil himself while I've been out prancing in the fields of God's angels.Face-palming, I turn to Spencer. “I'm such a shit brother, dude.” Spencer parks the car and looks at me.
“You’ve been saying some fucked up shit the last two hours, but that tops it. You are the best brother. So, you had fun. She wants you to, hell! She told you to, remember? If you walk in saying some shit like that, Scar is gonna lose it on you.” He opens his door, and fuck, he is right.
I compose myself, waving off Spencer as he goes into his home full of love and compassion. I walk into mine, full of hate and despair.
Letty is in the kitchen making lunch. “Letty, heya,” she chuckles.
“You look like shit, dude.” I walk over and give her a big hug.
“I'm so happy you're okay. I had so much fun, but then I remembered you here, alone, and I just kinda spiraled.” She looks me dead in the face and slaps me with her peanut butter toast. Sticking directly to my face.
“Enough. Stop worrying about me. And eat that toast, you need something in that queasy stomach, your vomit breath says so.” I pull the toast off my face, and she laughs.
“You just hit me with your toast and yelled at me. Is this how you greet your brother?” That got another loud laugh from her.
She nods and smiles, taking a bite of the other piece. “Umm, yeah, when he says dumb shit. Look at it this way, I'm trying to reroute your brain. Maybe this will work?” I can feel the leftover peanut butter move while I smile.
“Grant will be home, make like magic, and disappear to your room, because you smell like you look. Like shit. Also, did Spencer talk to you about anything?” I think hard, because even talking is challenging this morning.
“Not that I can remember…”
She nods before heading up to her room.
After a long, long shower, I bop into Scarlett’s room. She is sitting on her bed doing what appears to be homework. “Let’s go, we’re going shopping for new clothes for the party.” She nearly flies out of bed, throwing her shoes on. “Wow, someone's excited.” She flips me off, and we head out to the shopping center.
