My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter Eleven

I crumpled into a heap on the couch in the living room and flipped on the TV. Disney channel was the only thing that my grandparents allowed me to watch. Not that I had ever tried to watch something else. And not that there was anything wrong with Disney. Honestly, I love Disney.

The smell from my hot pocket made its way over to me, which reminded me of how hungry I was. Foolishly, I hadn't eaten before the race. Or maybe that I was good thing. It could have made me sick. I reached over and picked up the warm pocket of bread and bit into it, staring up at our wooden ceiling.

We lived in a log cabin, out in the middle of no where. In a forest, so far back that it wasn't on any GPS system and hardly on any maps. I liked it back here because no one bothered us here. But it had its down sides. Like the fact that I was the only kid within a two mile radius. And it's not like my grandparents ever let me lead the house. I was only allowed to go as far as the end of our driveway on my own. Occasionally farther into the woods to an older, run down cabin our families had get togethers at. Unfortunately, that cabin would we torn down soon for a bypass. No more thanksgiving feasts. No more Christmas poker. A sad thing really.

My grandmother soon limped into the room and snuggled down on the other couch. "I'm going to take me a nap for a bit, okay?" I nodded. "Wake me up when it's time to leave." A waited until she began to snore, and yanked my phone out of my pocket to talk to Michael.

"11:00, right?"

"Yeah." He responded a few minutes later at exactly 9:15.

"Thank you~ ^.^"

"Sure."

Putting my phone in my pocket, I watched Disney Channel until it was time to leave at about ten thirty. It would take us around fifteen minutes to get the the school. So we might as well be early. At the subject time, I shook my grandmother awake. She protested at first, pleading for more sleep which I denied, then got up and put on her shoes.

We slowly, very slowly, made our way out to the car. I slid back onto the gray leather seat and just as I was about to shut the door, I felt a sudden weight on my feet. Looking down, I saw our chocolate miniature Dachshund, Cody, pacing around on my feet. He must have jumped in when I did. Seeing this, my grandmother demanded I go inside the house to get his leash. His pink heart leash.

"Great..." I grumbled to myself as I opened the side door to the house and pulled the long leash from the wooden coat rack. Then I hurried back outside where the car was pulled up next to the porch. Inside, our dog was running along the seats. Excited to the point of peeing apparently. Because as soon as I sat down and he got on my lap, a few drops hit my leg.

Grimacing, I moved the dog from my legs to the left over seat beside me. The entire ride to the elementary school (the location of the stadium), Cody would run from my grandmother's lap, to mine, to the window, to the dashboard then back again. This is why I hated taking him ANYWHERE.

After about a total of twelve minutes, due to speeding, we made it to the stadium just in time to see a slightly heavy set girl with dark skin and hair carry out a trash bag, stuffed full, to the back of a truck. Just as I stepped out of my vehicle with Cody on his leash, she spoke to me. "Don't bother." She mumbled from behind the black bag. "We're all done."

"All done!?" I questioned. "How!?" She ignored me and dumped her load into the truck. At about the same time, another black truck pulled up. Out came Thomas.

"Forget about it, Thomas. They're done already." He looked at me, clearly baffled.

"What? It's not even eleven yet! Where's Chin!?" At the sound of his name, Michael appeared from behind the black barred gate.

"I'm... Sorry, guys... It started at ten... My mistake..."

"How did you get here then!?" I shouted back. Michael gestured to the girl who had been carrying the trash bags.

"She brought me."

"When?"

"Ten twenty-five." I sucked in my cheeks and glared at him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Sorry..." I was paying more attention to Michael than I was my dog, and when I looked down, Cody was right at Thomas' feet with his leg hiked up. Not wanted to create a scene, I tugged gently at the strip of pink fabric wrapped around my arm. He moved away and continued to scurry around my feet. "You still need to sign in... Evidence that you show'd up."

"This is all your fault, Asian." Thomas said to Michael.

"Did he give you the time too?"

"Yeah." Thomas responded with an irritated look on his face. He and I followed Michael to the concession stand where the sign in sheet was taped to the metal counter. I signed it, then so did Thomas, then I said my goodbyes.

Just before I got back into my car, I cast Michael a glare and simply say "Eleven o'clock, my butt." Then leave.