Behind The Jersey

//CHAPTER 15.2// BEHIND THE CRUSHED SANDCASTLE

//CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15.2)// BEHIND THE CRUSHED SANDCASTLE

"And then what?"

You've got to be kidding me.

He cockily drawls out his scandalous yet very like-him phrase as if it's one of life's most important questions. Husky seduction and lascivious smugness swim in his deep, alluring tone. His suggestive tone wafts over me, as if coming from above me.

Wait, a minute.

Curiosity and furiousness finally trigger my nervous system to tilt my head up and spy with my little eye the evil Blake brother. The spawn of satan. The source of my woes. He is the reason I run through the sixth with those woes.

Colton lazily leans over the deck above us, his head surrounded by a halo of sunlight. A smug smirk sits tightly on his face as he watches the chaos he has set in motion and our (my) discomfort start to show. He nods at me in a 'sup' greeting kind of way, his eyes hidden by the blaze of the sun that starts to irritate my senses more than he already irritates me.

I should have known he'd show up. Sooner or later, he had to.

"You leave so I can teach her why football players are better than baseball players." Chandler defensively responds, his body jetting up to stand up like he has been shot out of a canon. Aggravation reveals itself in the loud cracking of his knuckles at his sides like he's getting ready to punch someone. Someone meaning Colton.

I wanna punch him too, bud.

Colton hangs his head as a storm of chuckles crackles from him, his head shaking from side to side. He lifts his head to look down at us and from where I'm sitting I can see the amusement knotting in his features. His eyes move from me to Chandler before his lips break out into a sickly sweet smile.

"Well, looks as though she obviously isn't gonna learn anything useful." Colton counters, using the crane technique in his speaking. He nods towards me as a reference before he dips his head down again, "especially if it's from the likes of you," and with that he looks up again with a certain malice and determination written over the dark surface of his face as he squints down at us, a cold smirk forced onto his lips.

Shots fired.

Because of the sun blazing from behind him, the shadows take over his face. It is like his face is the dark side of the moon. I wonder what his eyes look like right now. They might have become hardened-liquid, dark side moon replicas.

Chandler laughs humorlessly, rolling his eyes at his brother. He doesn't seem impressed. He scoffs loudly, looking up at Colton with a you-sure-about-that expression, his eyes narrowed down into tiny little slits. He puffs up his chest and crosses his arms, putting up a strong front. He takes an intimidating step forward as a sign of domination and not backing down, crushing my amazing sandcastle in the process.

No! My life's work! You, monster! That sandcastle was my life long dream since twenty minutes ago. How could you?

Sulking, I stare down at my broken dreams, feeling the urge to bend down and hold the sand in my hands while wailing at the top of my lunges and accusing God of taking my newly found love away from me. But I control myself when Chandler speaks up, and when I gather the energy to look up I notice Colton's eyes are on me again. Only this time they don't feel as piercing or intimidating. They're kind and sympathetic as they stare down at me and my crushed sandcastle hopes with his eyebrows furrowed and forehead wrinkled in frustration before his head snaps up to hear his brother's remarks.

"Oh, and what, she will from you?" Chandler taunts darkly, his voice teeming with so much sarcasm that I could practical taste it. The low snicker he emits is enough to send someone running away in fear with their pants wet.