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I nervously played with my lip, awaiting the game on the bench next to Keith. "I can't believe she didn't come." He continued, complaining for the hundredth time that Karen stayed back. "Keith." I fully turned to face him. "Get over it." I tapped his shoulder, giving him a fake smile, which just made him playfully shove me to the side. My eyes caught my father as I turned back to the court but he was staring behind me, with a not so pleased look.
"Keith!" My body tensed at the voice, that explains my dads expression. "Hey, you finally came to see your nephew play huh, big brother." Dan tapped his shoulder as he moved past us. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Keith replied before we shared a look that almost made me laugh. He tapped my shoulder, making me turn back to the court just as Lucas jogged in. "That's our boy." I lightly clapped.
After my dads coach speech the game began and like always, I nervously sat on the edge of the bench, resting my hands on my face. Once Dan started cheering for Nathan, Keith and I shared a look before we started cheering as loudly as we could for Lucas. "He's shit." I mumbled, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah... he's definitely not bringing his A game." Keith agreed, making me shake my head. I don't think I've ever seen Lucas play this shitty, not even when he's sick or zoned out but I have a feeling the reason why he's off his game is sitting on the stand behind me.
"Whitney!" My father called out, my head snapped towards him as he gestured me down. I climbed through the stands, apologizing to people before I landed down next to him. "What's up?" I placed my hands on my hips as he gave me the look. "You know he's better than this." I spoke quickly before my father had a second to doubt him. "I do... somethings going on with him." He shook his head as we both turned back to the game. "Think you could talk to him?" He glanced back towards me. "Maybe."
"Lucas!" My father shouted over whatever Whitey was saying, gesturing him towards us. "What's going on, son?" My father questioned as he placed his hand on Lucas' shoulder. "I don't know, just not my night." Lucas replied in an unsure tone before sitting down on the bench. My father gave me a small nod before walking a few feet away from us. "He's in your head, right?" I sighed as I also sat down on the bench. Him not answering was the only answer I needed. "Screw them all Lucas. You're so good and letting them get to you is making you a shitier player than me." I teased, thankfully earning a small smile from him.
"If I'm even just as bad as you than only god can help me." He joked back making me playfully gasp as I placed my hand on my heart. "Start taking notes, punk." Nathan called out as he ran past us. "I just wanna punch him in his smug little face." I spoke through gritted teeth as I pretended to choke him with my hand. "Imagine how I feel." Lucas mumbled, making me slightly frown as I grabbed ahold of his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Everything always works out in the end, remember that."
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I pretty much completely blocked out my English teacher as he talked about Hemingway. My marks in English lay at an 98 and my marks in math are at 89 so I had my priorities set on math, even though I'm pretty sure I aced my test this morning.
