Giving my brother that much money was crucial. Asa's birthday was coming, time was flying. As much as I hated it I had to cover somehow.
It was the day of his race and I had nothing to do so I went to watch him. Looking at the crowd they were pretty hype. I sat on the bleachers smack in the middle to blend in, praying someone I knew wasn't here. Well, it wasn't for long until a vaguely familiar voice screeched 2 rows behind me.
"YEAH, GRIFFIN, BABY LET'S GO!"
What? Did I actually hear that correctly? Someone called him 'baby'? I shook it off, maybe I didn't hear properly, maybe they said 'maybe'? That doesn't make sense... whatever. The race was starting and my brother was on lane 3.
'And they're off!" – said a voice out of the speaker. Honestly the place wasn't that big. If someone shouted everyone would hear so no need for a speaker to make your ears ring.
'J. Johnson is leading and following him is G. Steinfeld!'- the announcer said excitingly. I wouldn't be surprised if he was rooting for Griffin. Somehow he's the crowd favorite. I'm sure he pays the audience to cheer for him. Maybe that's why he wanted my paycheck.
'OooOOOooOh! It's a close call between Steinfeld and Smith! We are waiting for the judges to decide.'
"I SWEAR IF THEY DON'T SAY GRIFFIN I WILL FUCKING RIP THEM"- the familiar voice yelled out. By this point I'm scared to turn around.
'AaaAAaAaAnd the winner, drum roll please... Griffin Smith!'
Ugh the other Griffin won. As much as I hate my brother, Griffin Smith is a literal Walmart version of him. "WHAT?! Ugh this calls for drastic measures! Boo it's okay you will get 'em next time!"- exclaimed the girl. Okay, this is absurd. Who is she? I start thinking aloud, who the fuck would call him that, is she a close friend? A girlfriend? No, that's imposs-
I turned around to see the devil herself. Chloe. I'm shook. I turn back around so fast I heard my neck snap. I put my sunglasses on and a cap. What is going on? Why is she here? I had to get out. Now. I start walking to my right stepping on everyone's shoes. "Sorry... Excuse me... sorry... oops... yeah, thank yo-" I trip and fall onto someone's nacho cheese and karma bit me hard again. Everyone was staring. The waves of the high voice got to my ears.
"Hailee? Is that you?"
