Game On {1}

Chapter 29

"Wake up, Evanee," Gemma said softly to her sleeping niece with a tray in her hands.

David had dropped her off around midnight earlier this morning and Evanee was exhausted after dancing for so long. He had even helped Gemma carry the light girl up the stairs and into her room since she fell asleep on the couch right after they entered the house.

The messy haired girl wouldn't budge so Gemma set the tray on Evanee's desk and lightly tickled her. "Wake up silly. I made you breakfast."

"Five more minutes," she groaned, grabbing the covers and pulling it over her head.

"Five more minutes my ass. Get up or I'm eating your food."

In an instant, Evanee was sat up and sticking her tongue out at her smiling aunt. She went to her desk and began eating the waffles and bacon her aunt had made.

"Thanks Gemma. Where's Drew?" Evanee asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

"He's eating downstairs, but I'm pretty sure we're supposed to leave soon," she replied, checking her watch. "Yup, we have to leave right now if we don't  want to be late. I'll call you on my lunch break. Bye ducky."

Gemma kissed her on the cheek and left the room. Seconds later, Evanee could hear her aunt shouting outside at her boyfriend to 'drag his hot ass' to the car. No wonder the entire neighborhood thought she was crazy.

"Goals," the green eyed girl laughed to herself, finishing up the rest of her food. She checked her phone to see a text notification from over an hour ago.

Jonathan
Tell Evan to pick up his damn phone and come get me

She groaned and wondered what happened now. She dialed his number and waited for a response.

"Evanee?"

"Why'd you text me at five in the morning on a Sunday?" Evanee asked. Sundays were her usual resting days and she didn't want to be interrupted.

"Because I got into a fight," he answered. "I got away before the bastard could call his friends, but I'm still stuck here and I don't have any money."

Fucking idiot

"Evan is supposed to spend the day with his mom. Tell me where you are and I'll call a taxi."

In less than five minutes, Evanee's hair was nearly combed, her teeth were brushed, and she was dressed up to pick up her idiot of a friend.

This wasn't what she wanted to spend her Sunday morning doing at all.

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As soon as Evanee paid the uber driver and Jonathan went into her home, she hit the back of his head.

"What kind of fucking idiot goes to McDonald's at five in the morning and picks a fight over spilled fries?" She asked venomously.

Jonathan scoffed. "What was I supposed to do? Let him leave after he dropped my fucking fries. Ain't nobody going to touch my food."

"Just," she couldn't find any words for his mediocre attitude. "Forget it. Just sit on the couch. I'll get the first aid kit."

The brown haired boy didn't think he needed medical attention and was about to call Evanee to come back until he saw the small wound in his arm. It was numb but it looked like hell.

When Evanee came back, Jonathan was on the couch with his shirt off.

"What the hell are you doing?"