You're Too Good (REWRITE)

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Teagan

Wednesday, May 21, 2023

As the six of us were finally walking out of the hotel room to go get my brother, no other than Lindsey The Great Horan came up to us.

"Hey guys, uh, why is The Tobin-Beater here?" She asked, making me smile at the nickname.

Tobin sighed dramatically, before Christen started speaking.

"Well you know after I broke her ankle yesterday we found some things out, so she's staying with us for a bit."

"Oh! Um, okay then. I'm gonna go see Sonnett now.. bye!" She rushed off into Emily Sonnett's room.

We continued walking, Christen staying back with me due to my ankle.

"You know, it's not your fault." I started.

"My fault for what?" A confused Christen asked.

"For breaking my ankle."

"Are you kidding? If it wasn't my fault, then whose was it?"

"Mine." I stated calmly, looking ahead at the group.

"Teags." She began. "How was it your fault? I was the one who slid right into your ankle."

"I was stupid, thinking I could dribble out your whole team. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm not even that good." I sighed out.

She paused, freezing in place.

"Jesus Teags, is that what they tell you?" She breathed out, referring to my parents. I think. "You are by far the most talented person on your team, and you definitely have the skill to dribble out my team. That mindset is not going to get you anywhere, you hear me?"

I nodded.

Maybe I was better than I thought.

Anyways, we walked in silence for the rest of the way, until we finally reached the U.S. rental car.

Alex was driving, with Kelley next to her. Mal convinced Christen to let her sit with me, which left Tobin sitting with her very obvious lover.

They were holding hands, so I silently pointed to them, gaining Mal's attention.

She looked at their hands, before bursting out with laughter.

Everyone in the car (except the driver) looked at her, curiously.

I was laughing along with her, just not as much.

That's when the two noticed what she was pointing at, making them let go as their faces turned red.

Once everyone got over that, Mal asked, "Wait, where are we going again?"

"To get Eli. Then to the police." Tobin replied.

Mal was nice enough to let me rest my ankle of her lap, which I definitely took advantage of.

Soon enough we turned onto my old, rusty, beat up street, the car shaking as we drove over the cracks in the road.

"Teags. Do you know your house number? Or Eli's?" Kelley asked, pulling out her phone.

"Um, yeah." I nervously responded. "The house number is 407-336-7192."

"Great, thanks." She replied, typing the number into her phone.

Not even a second later, I could hear my brother's faint voice through the cellular device.

"Hey, Eli. It's Kelley. We have your sister, and we're parked across the street from your house. Teagan told us everything, and we want nothing more than to help you guys. If you come with us then we can get you away from your parents. You won't ever have to see them again, or get one of their punishments. What do you say?"