Brothers

Chapter 4

Hey Guys! Chapter 4 is up in Jr's POV. Hope you guys enjoy.

Junior's POV

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WAYNE?!?!" Coach yelled at me. "THAT PLAY WAS SLOPPY! YOU'VE BEEN DOING THIS PLAY SINCE FRESHMAN YEAR AND NOW YOU WANT TO DO IT SLOPPY."

His face got redder and redder as he continued to yell at me. "FIFTY LAPS. EVERYONE! FIFTY LAPS. YOU CAN THANK YOUR QUARTER BACK FOR DOING A SLOPPY PLAY!"

Everyone groaned and began running around the field. Playoffs are next week and coach has been antsy since we've won our last game. 

However, my mind hasn't really been on the game lately. I've been having so much pressure put on me lately that I can't seem to focus on just one thing. I've got football, maintaining straight A's, taking care of Dick, interning at Dad's company and trying to please him with what I do. Most of the time anything I do is just not good enough anymore. And then there's that Artemis girl who I have to look after now and then Bette. Bette is just...wow. I can't stop thinking about how since that kiss in the hallway. She's such a—

Someone bumps me making me lose my train of thought. I look over to see Mark running beside me and looking forward smirking as if he didn't just bump me.

"Did you want something," I ask him.

"Not really," Mark replies nonchalantly. "Just wanna know why the Quarterback just did the sloppiest play ever when it was the same one that got him on varsity as a freshman but you know." He pauses and looks at me. "It's not like the Quarterback's gonna tell me or anything."

I smirk and shake my head. "I'll tell you later."

We continue running. It takes us the rest of practice to finish the laps to which Coach tells everyone to "Hit the showers!" Everyone except me of course.

"Wayne. I swear if you don't get your head in this game and not LaLa land I will have Jefferson play Quarterback and you will sit out of the Playoff game. I don't care who your Daddy is or what he does or how much money he has. I chose you to be Quarterback because you've got the best skill I've ever seen since my son played," Coach tells me. "Stop thinking about those girls too. I know that's the reason you were late to practice." 

He laughs and begins to write on his clipboard. "Go hit the showers and you better do the play perfectly when you get back on Monday. Understood?"

"Yes Coach," I reply. "Understood."

I run into the locker room and shower. When I get out the locker room dressed, I see Mark leaning against the locker, on his phone talking to his mom and his bags on the ground.

"Oui. Maman. Je rentre à la maison maintenant. D'accord Maman. D'accord. MAMAN, Je m'en fou! Au revoir Maman." He ends the call and looks at me.

"You didn't have to tell your mom you don't give a damn. That's kind of rude, " I tell him as I pull out my phone to text Dick.

Mark's brow furrow and his face is red. "Just because you couldn't and can never be rude to your dead ass of a mom doesn't mean I can't be rude to mine," Mark snaps at me.

I glare at him and walk away.

Jr: Hey Dickhead. I'm omw home.

Dick: Whatever. See ya when ya get here.

I hear Mark run after me and he touches my shoulder to get me to stop walking away. "Sorry," He apologizes. "I shouldn't have said that. I know how you feel about your, uh, mother and everything. My mom just pissed me off and I took my frustration out on you. Sorry." He looks down sincerely and waits for my reply.

"Don't ever talk about my mom again or I'll kick your ass." I turn to walk away but before I do he stops me again by saying, "Wanna tell me what happened during practice today?"

I smirk and begin walking while he walks beside me. "I've got a lot of stuff going on right now."

He snickers and says, "Like every other senior at Gotham Academy." He gives me a look that kinda says, 'Stop having a pity party and get on with life.' "Dude. My little brother's in the hospital in a coma. My parents are in the middle of a divorce and I'm still expected to get above a 3.5. Jason's at the hospital right now getting medication for his Diabetes and Drew has high blood pressure and positive he's gonna die from it in 10 years if he doesn't start eating right.  We're all going through something shitty right now. Don't try to downplay your life especially when you've got an annoying ass little brother and an asshole of a dad who has tried to play a role in your every move since I've known you."

"My dad's not that bad," I say with a smirk.

"Seriously Dude," Mark says. "That's what you got out of my mini speech?"

"No. But I better be getting home," I tell him.

"Wanna smoke before you go," he says as he pulls out some weed.

"Dude we're still on school grounds," I scold him. "Besides, if my dad found out he'd kill me."

"It's not like you haven't done it before."

"Yeah when there was no one around and no cameras to know who we are and slash or were."

"Oh stop being a baby," he says as he lights it and begins smoking. We walk out the door and to our cars and I'm hoping that nobody sees us.

"You're crazy Mark," I tell him.

"I'd rather be crazy and chill than uptight with a stick up my butt," he tells me as he gets in his car. "Oh and when you go home be nice to Dickhead. He's the only little shit you got. Cause I sure as hell ain't gonna always be there for you man."

"Whatever," I say. "Have a nice weekend." He drives away as he tries to make a peace sign with the weed in his hand. I get into my car and head home to get ready for this hellish weekend ahead of me.

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