sister’s stepson,” I explain before rummaging through our pantry and pulling out random crap to feed the guys. My teammates don’t care if I feed them healthy food or not . . . anything fuels them.
I can almost hear the wheels turning in Jet’s head. I wish I could tape his mouth shut to prevent him from talking, but that would require me having the strength to hold him down long enough. “Wait. Ash, that makes him your step-nephew.” Jet laughs, completely amused. “That is hella fucked up.”
“Tell me about it,” Derek mumbles.
Jet grabs a handful of the purple Skittles still in a pile on the table and pops them into his mouth. “We gotta come up with a plan, Ash,” he says, munching. “Those motherfuckers at Fairfield gotta know not to screw with us.”
My sister walks in with her big hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She glances at the guys. “What plan?”
“Retaliation,” Jet chimes in before I can give him a signal not to mention anything.
Brandi wags her finger at Derek, something my mom used to do to us. “Don’t you even think of getting involved,” she tells him. “Remember what happened the last time you pulled a prank?”
“What happened?” Trey asks.
Derek shakes his head as my sister prepares to give us the scoop. “He got expelled for letting pigs loose during the senior graduation.”
Expelled? When I saw Derek in his Regents Academy shorts yesterday, the last thing I expected to hear was that he got kicked out.
Jet laughs heartily and gives Derek a fist-pump. “That’s epic , man.”
My sister turns to Jet with her hands on her hips, looking more like a mom than a girl who used to be a pothead and dance around the house in her underwear on a daily basis. “It’s not epic. It’s, like, not okay at all.” She directs her attention to Derek. “Don’t do anything stupid with my sister’s friends.”
Derek gives her a two-fingered mock salute.
“I’ll bet that dude Bonk was the mastermind,” Vic says after my sister grabs a cup of coffee and leaves the room. He’s still eyeing Derek as if he’s some superspy who’s not to be trusted.
“Just so we’re all clear, my man isn’t fighting anyone,” Monika says. She lovingly cups Trey’s cheeks in her hands. “Nobody’s gonna mess up this gorgeous face. Right, baby?”
They start to kiss and do some baby talk.
Vic looks away.
Jet rolls his eyes and pretends to gag. “Seriously, guys, get a room.”
I nudge Jet. “Leave them alone. When you fall for a girl, you won’t be any different.”
“Thank goodness that’ll never happen. If it does, shoot me and put me out of my misery.”
Victor gets a text and swears under his breath. “I gotta go.”
Jet holds up his hands. “Am I the only one ready to come up with a plan to kick some Fairfield ass?”
“Maybe we should, you know, not retaliate and show we’ve got more class,” I offer.
“Who said we have class?” Jet asks. “Not me. Ash, you’redelusional if you think our teammates voted you captain because they expect or want you to act classy. Let’s face it, if we voted for the best-looking guy on the team I would’ve won.”
Monika raises her hand, but keeps her eyes locked on Trey. “I disagree. My baby’s the best-lookin’ guy on the team.”
Jet laughs. “You’re biased. Yo, Parker, you really wanna know why you were voted captain?”
“Not really.” I’m sure Jet’ll say I’ve got the biggest boobs or something crude like that. Or say that he rigged it like Landon claimed, which would make me feel awful and undeserving. I want to know the truth . . . I just hope the truth isn’t what Landon thinks it is.
“I want to know,” Derek chimes in.
Jet puts his arm around me and pulls me close, squeezing me like a stuffed doll. “She got voted captain ’cause she’s the best-lookin’ chick on the team.”
“I’m the only girl, Jet,” I say.
“I’m not done. She also got voted captain because she’s
I can almost hear the wheels turning in Jet’s head. I wish I could tape his mouth shut to prevent him from talking, but that would require me having the strength to hold him down long enough. “Wait. Ash, that makes him your step-nephew.” Jet laughs, completely amused. “That is hella fucked up.”
“Tell me about it,” Derek mumbles.
Jet grabs a handful of the purple Skittles still in a pile on the table and pops them into his mouth. “We gotta come up with a plan, Ash,” he says, munching. “Those motherfuckers at Fairfield gotta know not to screw with us.”
My sister walks in with her big hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She glances at the guys. “What plan?”
“Retaliation,” Jet chimes in before I can give him a signal not to mention anything.
Brandi wags her finger at Derek, something my mom used to do to us. “Don’t you even think of getting involved,” she tells him. “Remember what happened the last time you pulled a prank?”
“What happened?” Trey asks.
Derek shakes his head as my sister prepares to give us the scoop. “He got expelled for letting pigs loose during the senior graduation.”
Expelled? When I saw Derek in his Regents Academy shorts yesterday, the last thing I expected to hear was that he got kicked out.
Jet laughs heartily and gives Derek a fist-pump. “That’s epic , man.”
My sister turns to Jet with her hands on her hips, looking more like a mom than a girl who used to be a pothead and dance around the house in her underwear on a daily basis. “It’s not epic. It’s, like, not okay at all.” She directs her attention to Derek. “Don’t do anything stupid with my sister’s friends.”
Derek gives her a two-fingered mock salute.
“I’ll bet that dude Bonk was the mastermind,” Vic says after my sister grabs a cup of coffee and leaves the room. He’s still eyeing Derek as if he’s some superspy who’s not to be trusted.
“Just so we’re all clear, my man isn’t fighting anyone,” Monika says. She lovingly cups Trey’s cheeks in her hands. “Nobody’s gonna mess up this gorgeous face. Right, baby?”
They start to kiss and do some baby talk.
Vic looks away.
Jet rolls his eyes and pretends to gag. “Seriously, guys, get a room.”
I nudge Jet. “Leave them alone. When you fall for a girl, you won’t be any different.”
“Thank goodness that’ll never happen. If it does, shoot me and put me out of my misery.”
Victor gets a text and swears under his breath. “I gotta go.”
Jet holds up his hands. “Am I the only one ready to come up with a plan to kick some Fairfield ass?”
“Maybe we should, you know, not retaliate and show we’ve got more class,” I offer.
“Who said we have class?” Jet asks. “Not me. Ash, you’redelusional if you think our teammates voted you captain because they expect or want you to act classy. Let’s face it, if we voted for the best-looking guy on the team I would’ve won.”
Monika raises her hand, but keeps her eyes locked on Trey. “I disagree. My baby’s the best-lookin’ guy on the team.”
Jet laughs. “You’re biased. Yo, Parker, you really wanna know why you were voted captain?”
“Not really.” I’m sure Jet’ll say I’ve got the biggest boobs or something crude like that. Or say that he rigged it like Landon claimed, which would make me feel awful and undeserving. I want to know the truth . . . I just hope the truth isn’t what Landon thinks it is.
“I want to know,” Derek chimes in.
Jet puts his arm around me and pulls me close, squeezing me like a stuffed doll. “She got voted captain ’cause she’s the best-lookin’ chick on the team.”
“I’m the only girl, Jet,” I say.
“I’m not done. She also got voted captain because she’s
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