My Brother's Best Friend

Chap. 8

"What did you get for number 7?" Michelle asked me, peeking over at my math worksheet.

"I swear," I muttered, handing her my worksheet. "You and Emmett need to step it up."

"How ever did I survive without you?" she cooed, reaching over and kissing my cheek.

"I hate you."

"Speaking of Emmett," Michelle said, as she copied my answers, "did you talk to him last night?"

"No," I said, with a dramatic sigh. "He had to work late."

"Get used to it darling," she said, handing me my math worksheet back. "Emmett always has to work late. He's the best mechanic at the shop. I won't let anybody else touch my car."

"That's just because you think he's hot."

"Well yeah," Michelle agreed, "but also because he's the best of the best."

I tuned into Hannah's monologue about her dream last night, where Michelle apparently was eaten by a dinosaur, half paying attention while my eyes flittered around the campus.

And then my vision went dark, two hands over my eyes.

I let out a scream, startled.

"Good morning," Emmett said, chuckling as he came into my view.

"Asshole," I confirmed.

"Would an asshole bring you breakfast?" he asked, producing a Panera bread cinnamon cluster and smoothie.

"Wonderful asshole," I corrected, taking my breakfast from him.

"How's my car?" Hannah asked him.

"The Honda Civic right?" Emmett asked her, sipping on his Panera smoothie.

She nodded, smiling at him.

It was very clear that she had no interest in her car.

"Finished it up last night," he said, with a smile in return. "You should get a call this morning."

"Really?"

He nodded, looking over his shoulder as some soccer jocks called for him.

"Emmett!" I called, hopping up from the table and following him as he went to join his friends.

"What's up?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

"Do you have to work tonight?"

He nodded.

"Are you coming home after practice?"

"For like ten minutes, why?"

"Just wondering."

"Okay," he agreed, slowly. "Are you sure?"

"Is there ever a night that you don't work?"

He laughed. "Tomorrow night."

"You have a game."

"Well that's the tradeoff."

I shook my head. "You shouldn't work so much."

"If I want to afford my car payments, it's not really an option."

Right, because he'd splurged on that stupid Mercedes.

"Okay," I agreed, nodding towards his soccer friends.

"Are you sure there's nothing else you wanted?"

I shook my head. "Nothing right now."

And before he could ask any more questions, I headed back over to my friends, who were gushing about Emmett.