I walk to my front door while taking a steadying breath and swing it open when I feel like I’m actually composed.
“You okay, Cam?” Sid asks seriously as he, Nico, and Wes file inside. Apparently, I don’t hide my emotions well.
“Wonderful,” I reply sarcastically. “Just had a delightful phone call with Ivor.”
Wes plops down on my sofa. “What the hell did he do this time?” he asks, his Southern accent unmistakable as he drawls the words out.
“Just bitching about the new league,” I sigh. “‘Women can’t keep up with men’ shit.”
Nico rolls his eyes as he takes a seat next to Wes. “He and Michael can bitch together then.”
Michael may be our teammate, but none of us here are his biggest fans. He talks down to everyone, and apparently thinks he’s better than the women because he has a fucking dick.
Newsflash: Michael Perry is better than nobody.
Those thoughts just don’t leave this room because even if we don’t like him, we’re still a team.
“I wish your dad would keep his opinions to himself,” Sid says.
“He doesn’t keep a goddamn thing to himself,” I reply harshly. “If he’s thinking it, you’re going to know it. I got to hear all about how pissed he is about Zhuri being my co-captain.”
“Why is he pissed about that?” he asks, looking at me curiously.
I stare at him flatly. “For the exact same reason he doesn’t like that Theo plays on the team.”
“Are you fucking serious?” Wes’s anger is evident. He may be Southern, but he’s not much of a gentleman.
“Deadass.”
Nico looks confused. “Why does your dad care about Theo and Zhuri?”
I start to laugh before I realize he’s seriously asking.
Then I start to laugh harder.
“You get by on your looks, don’t you, Nico?”
“Fuck off, Kovacic,” he chides. “I just don’t know what I’m missing here.”
Sid shakes his head and tries to hide his smile at Nico’s obliviousness. “Nico, can you really not think ofanysimilarities between Zhuri and Theo? Something about them others wouldn’t like?”
Nico thinks it over before the light bulb finally goes off. “Because they’reblack?”
“Ding ding ding,” I chime.
“Your dad is a dick,” he replies harshly.
“Preaching to the choir, Bieri,” I chuckle, pulling out my phone when it starts vibrating in my pocket.
I sigh when I see a text from my brother. At least it isn’t my dad again.
Bodhi
Good morning, my favorite brother
Cameron
Half-brother
