I hurry off before he changes his mind. He’s going to hate the taco place, but we don’t have time for the fancy restaurants he likes. We need to get to the game. I don’t even like football, but I want to see Braden play. I want to see if he’s as good as everyone says. I’d rather see Jackson play, but since I can’t, I’ll settle for Braden, cheering him on as I play the role of supportive cousin. I have so many roles I can’t keep track of them all.
After changing into jeans and a t-shirt, I meet up with Brock in the living room. He’s wearing jeans too, which look strange on him. I’m used to seeing him in nicer clothes. Not that his jeans aren’t nice. They’re a dark denim and look brand new. I’m sure they’re designer. He paired them with a white button-up shirt, rolling up the sleeves for a more casual look. Instead of sneakers, like I’m wearing, he has on tan leather loafers, which match the tan leather coat he’s putting on.
“You think it’ll be cold?” I ask.
“It can get chilly at night. I’d suggest you bring a jacket.”
Running back to my room, I grab a hoodie and meet him at the door.
“Have you heard from Trystan?” I ask as we walk to the car.
“No, but I’m sure he’s with his friends.”
“I’ll text him.” I get in the car.
Brock smiles at me as he puts his seatbelt on. “You two are texting now?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“No reason.” He pulls out of the driveway. “I’m glad you two are getting along.”
“He likes me now that I punched Kristen. If I punch her again, I might be his new best friend.”
Brock glances at me, his eyes narrowed. “Rumor.”
“I’m kidding. Geez, lighten up.”
As he drives down the street, I text Trystan.
Where are you?
Out with the team, he texts back.You still going to the game?
Yeah. With your dad.
My phone rings.
“You’re joking, right?” he says when I answer.
“No. We’re going there after we eat.”
“What the hell? I thought he was going to LA tonight.”
“He couldn’t.” I glance at Brock. “We had a meeting with the principal.”
“No shit?” He laughs. “What happened?”
“Your dad got a bill, and I got sent to counseling.”
He laughs again. “I knew it. They send everyone to counseling. Gives Ms. Adams something to do.”
“Did they make you see her?”
“Hell no. They know better than to try that shit on me.”
“Why?”
“I’m too much of a challenge. She’d be the one needing counseling after a session with me.”
