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Chapter 19 - Emo at a football game

Marci Wellington's POV

Never thought that I could sweat this much but with the way my palms are dripping water rapidly; I'd say if you hand me a bucket; I'll give you a small part of the River Nile.

The crowd went wild as the football team brought on their A-game today. They were in it to win it.

Trying not to cringe at my dry joke, I looked up into the bleachers and made contact with a red pin straight-haired girl.

She has a camera on her neck and a pen and paper in her hands. A leather jacket draped across her shoulders while her body is clad in a maxi dress. She nods at me, and I return the favour as a silent message passes across the field.

Currently Giá, Nate, Lucas and I were dressed in our school colours which were black and brown. And you all know me well; I wore the usual all-black outfit. If you looked closer, you would see that I had specks of brown on minuscule parts of my body.

My wrists had brown bracelets, while my black converse had brown shoe laces.

Neat, ain't it?

"Remind me again why we agreed to this?" Giá grumbles from beside me.

It wouldn't be so bad if we sat at the bleachers cheering for her brothers and the rest of the team. But here we are in the tunnel at the other end of the field. This is the tunnel the team uses to enter the field for every game. It was also their exit back to the locker room, so the smell of gym socks and sex wafted all around.

Cue the gag noises.

I turn to look at her, "We're doing something we all love, and it might get us some extra views on our channel."

I go back to watching the game and see Mateo score a touchdown with the help of Diego. Both boys bump into each other's chest while in the air. Their cries of victory were echoed and amplified by the shouts of the student body.

"If you ask me, this might be worth the hassle." Lucas shrugged as he scowled onto the field.

His father sat proudly on the best seats in the house. His wife by his right, Skye by his left and Abigail beside Skye.

Both girls quietly talk among themselves. Skye steals small glances at her father. Lucas notices it and his scowl only deepened.

"You know when you get older, you could take care of Skye better than you do now. For now, you must suck it up and hope you don't get sent to jail for homicide on your father." Nate pats his shoulder.

"It just pisses me off that he won't let go of the fact that none of us wants nothing to do with him." Lucas huffs and finally shifts his gaze off his family.

"You know my mom once told me a secret when she was in one of her sober moments," Nate says while he waves his hand in the air dismissively. "She said that if I ever grow and have a chance to get away from her and my step-father, I should grab it with both hands and legs." He chuckles sadly.

This is supposed to be a happy occasion, not a sob fest.

"Boys?" I walk up to them and place my hands on their shoulders. I hate the fact they meet my eyes with a sad look in theirs. I always knew I was ready to pick them up when they hit rock bottom, and I knew they would do the same.

"Who cares if our parents are poor excuses? They might share your last name and DNA with you, but it's always important for you to remember that Giá and I are also your family, always and forever." I smile when the sad look in their eyes starts to deteriorate.

I pull them into a hug at the same time Giá snorts, "Did you just quote the originals?"

"Snort all you want, but the farm isn't going to come here and look for their pig." Lucas throws some shade at her.