Out Of My League (Under Revision) (Book 1)

Chapter Twelve

I waited for maybe half an hour or so for Colton to hurry up because in all honesty, I was counting down the minutes to when we got to leave.

It hadn't been five minutes when Colton finally stepped out the door.

He came back out holding a bag but I certainly didn't want to know what contents were held in there.

As Colton was getting into the truck, my brother saw me through the non-tinted windows. His facial expression turned from calm to confused to angry.

The girl hanging off of his arm was obviously drunk as she lazily tried to catch his attention but to no avail, she was no eye-catcher.

"Why does he look like he wants to murder me?" Colton asked wearily.

"Because he's my brother and I'm in your truck." I say bluntly.

"Well, I think I should drive now."

"Probably."

As Colton started up the truck, I had now noticed my brother had changed far more than the last time I had seen him which had been just about a year.

Brendan never visited and if he did, then it was because he needed a place to stay. He never stated why he needed a place to stay, he just said he needed one - and my parents let him without putting up a fight about it unlike me.

"I didn't know he was your brother." Colton said while pulling a pack of cigarettes from out the glovebox along with a lighter. "No wonder the last name is the same." He stated lighting it while at a stoplight.

I scrunched up my nose in disgust. "Well, he is."

He drove in silence while the vulgar smell of the cigarette drifted into my nose. "Could you please stop that?"

"Stop what?" He asked, inhaling another and exhaling another puff of smoke.

"That!" I pointed at the cigarette. "It smells really bad."

He chuckled. "The smell may be bad but, the thing itself isn't."

I scoffed. "Yes, it is. You're basically ruining your teeth and lungs."

"I like it. It's addicting."

"The nicotine is addicting." I stated. "Seriously, get that... thing out of your mouth.

His lips lifted upwards showing his infamous smirk. "And if I don't?"

I grabbed the pack of cigarettes while rolling down the windows.

"You wouldn't." His eyes widening.

"Oh, but I would." I said now counting mentally, only saying a checkpoint time.

"10" he remained calm and unresponsive except for a small glare daring me to do it.

9...

8...

7...

6...

"5" I held the pack of cigarettes outside my window only holding them with my thumb and pointer finger.

4...

"3"

"2" He busted.

"Damn it, Ellie." He opened the door, threw out the cigarette while stomping on it.

"And this was over a pack of cigarettes." I giggled.

"Damn right, it was." He got back in.

I grinned out of victory but my peripherals, I saw Colton's glare fixed on the road.