Be There | A Dwayne Robertson Fanfic ✔️

At Seven

I lean my head onto Dean's shoulder, my eyes fluttering as I try to pay attention to what Miss McKay is saying. I'm not the only one, however, who is experiencing this inability to stay awake. Charlie's holding his face with his hand, and Dwayne, beside me, has his head laid back on the desk behind him. Luis, on the other hand, has full-on fallen asleep, light snores coming from his mouth.

Miss McKay places her hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly. He groans, saying incoherent words and noises before he lifts his head. "Luis," Miss McKay says.

He glances at her apologetically. "Sorry."

Our tutor nods her head, taking a look around the classroom. "Why is everyone so tired today?" she asks, not in an accusing way, but a sympathetic way.

"Coach kept us at practice until two in the morning," Adam responds, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "We all probably didn't get to bed until three, and then we had to come here at seven."

Miss McKay's eyes go wide listening to Adam. "Why were you there so late? After a game, no less?"

"Captain Blood," Averman replies, his glasses balanced on the tip of his nose before he pushes them up. "He went crazy after the game last night, and now he's out to get us."

"Okay, listen up, everyone," Miss McKay claps her hands together. "Class is dismissed, go get some rest, please." We stand up, shuffling towards the door.

"Wait, but, we have practice after this," Jesse realizes, causing us all to stop and groan. "We can't go and sleep."

"Yes, you can," Miss McKay responds. "Your practice is cancelled, I'll inform your Coach." We would cheer for her if we had the energy, but instead we all smile, thanking her.

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A four hours later, after taking long, deserved naps, the team is out on a field, stretching in our ugly track suits. In my opinion, we should still be resting, but I didn't voice that suggestion when I had a group of boys standing outside my door at noon. "And hold, two, three, four," Dean leads us, taking control as usual.

"Coach isn't here, so why do we have to be?" asks Connie.

"We have a game tonight, we have to work out," Dean responds, as we switch to stretching our other leg. He seems to get more annoyed by the second, and I don't know how much longer he can keep his cool.

Goldberg stands, sweat glistening off his forehead. Thankfully, while we were walking to the field, he apologized to me about the town incident, so we're alright now. "I say mutiny, who's with me?"

Dwayne follows, raising his hand in the air. Surprisingly, he's not wearing his cowboy hat, but a red ball cap instead. "Goldberg, I'm too tired to mutiny," he answers.

"C'mon guys, it's not like we couldn't use the conditioning," Julie interjects with a roll of her eyes, placing her hands on her knees.

Dean, who has now stood up too, looks her up and down. "Speak for yourself, babe," he smirks, which is only going to cause trouble.

"Her name's Julie, not 'babe'," Adam defends. If that's not a crush, then I don't know what is.

Dean finally, unfortunately, loses his composure. "Don't tell me how to talk, rich boy," Dean shoves Adam roughly, making him stumble onto me. I thankfully steady him, keeping the both of us on our feet.

"Dean! Cut it!" I shout at him, before mumbling a "sorry" to Adam. Dean glares at me, obviously mad that I didn't side with him on it.

Everyone flies at each other, just like the first day we met. Also like that day, I'm hanging back, shaking my head, and cursing at my brother mentally.