Running Towards the Light

Chapter 21 - Arguments

"Why?" I shot back. "I was here first."

"Don't push me, B. Go to the back, now."

"No, I'm go—"

"To the back, Beatrice," West immediately took our brother's side without so much as a glance in my direction. He was rather looking down at the keys and his phone at the same time, fumbling to find which button unlocked the car. 

I rolled my eyes but switched doors. I slid into the middle seat of the back row. "When can I sit in the front seat?" I complained.

As the youngest I literally never get to sit in the front seat unless it was just one brother and then me which doesn't even count because in that situation I never trumped anyone for the front. This made me super annoyed sometimes because sitting in the backseat was just terrible and you can't see anything, which is one of the reasons I sat in the middle of the backseat, so I could see better. Also, when there are other brothers in the backseat with me I am forced to sit in the middle which I don't like in that case because then I'm squished.

It's really not fair.

Sometimes one of my nice brothers — like Ben or Spencer — would let me sit in the front seat and they'll sit in the back. But that was really like twice a year and all of the other times they forced me to go to the back. Not to mention none of my brothers ever took my side when I argued with someone for the front. A perfect example of this would be today.

"When you're older," West said, starting the car.

"I'm freaking thirteen years old!"

"Then you can freaking sit in the back. You're still a baby, Tris. And put on your seatbelt," He said lazily, gesturing to something with his hand.

I rolled my eyes again, but still buckled my seatbelt as West started to drive: "I'm not a baby."

In response to this I clearly saw both of my brothers share a look in the mirror before rolling their eyes.

"Can we just drop this? It's way too early to be having this fuckin' conversation."

"You're just pissed Chris took Sam's side and not yours." I huffed, crossing my arms and leaning back in my seat.

"And you're just pissed I took Spencer's side and not yours."

I rolled my eyes, choosing to go on my phone than argue with my older brother about something I could never win.

"Did you hear about Lucas Adams? What he did on Saturday." Spencer asked West in a hushed voice he probably thought I didn't hear.

Lucas Adams?

Like Brady Adams? Like the guy my brothers warned me to stay away from?

Did Brady have a brother?

I had only talked to Brady a couple times before so I really didn't know much about him, but we were friends. So it was a little concerning that my brother would be talking about his brother when I didn't even know if he had a brother.

West nodded, swiftly and shortly. "Yeah, he should get his ass kicked for that."

I leaned in a little closer to hear my brother's words better because they were talking in very hushed voices, leading me to believe they didn't want me hearing. Because of this I was sure to keep acting like I was typing on my phone and not eavesdropping.

"I agree. Cam's pissed. Well, even more pissed than he was."

"Yeah, no shit. Adams should watch his fucking back."