Running Bases With You

Chapter 18

{unedited}

*Annabeth's POV*

"Hey! That's not fair!"

"Oh, yes it is!"

"Damn you, Logan!"

"Love you too big sister!"

I throw my controller to the side and cross my arms while I pout. Logan only laughs at me as I sit here whining like a small child, which only pisses me off more.

"I don't get it! I used to always beat you at FIFA, and now you're winning five to zero! What the hell is that!" I groan in frustration.

He shakes his head at me. "I've had plenty of practice while you've been gone. I'm more than capable of beating you every chance I get. Deal with it!"

I lunge myself at him, causing him to fall off the couch. I pin him to the floor, and he struggles to push me off of him.

"Oi! Get off me, I can't breathe!" He half laughs, half coughs while he continues to fight me.

"No! Not until you take it back!"

The door to the play room opens, revealing my dad standing in the doorway with an eyebrow raised and his arms crossed. He looks more amused than angry at the sight of his twenty year old daughter on top of his fourteen year old son.

"Dad! Get her off me! Please, I'm honestly begging you to-"

"Hi Daddy!" I interrupt my complaining brother and give my dad a sly grin.

He shakes his head at me and chuckles. "Hello, Annabeth. What exactly are you doing to your brother over there?"

I look down at Logan, and back at my father. "Well....he beat me at FIFA...and he was a smarty pants about it...so I tackled him on the floor and I'm pinning him down until he apologizes."

I mentally facepalm at my strange choice of words, but it's too late to take them back now.

He furrows his brow in confusion. "Why should he apologize, darling?"

I internally groan. Always asking so many questions, making me feel so damn stupid....

I unpin his wrists, but stay on top of him, surely crushing his thin frame. It isn't long before he catches me off guard and knocks me to the floor on my right side, causing me to hiss in pain.

My dad immediately steps in and pulls him off of me.

"Hey! How come you're saving her, but didn't save me?" He argues.

Good point little brother..

Instead of answering the question, he ignores him and changes the subject. "I'm ordering pizza, what do you guys want?"

He makes eye contact with me as if saying 'we'll talk later' and I nod confused.

"Pepperoni is fine." Logan mumbles while searching through more video games to play.

"Cheese and bacon." I mutter while trying to walk out of the room. Dad stops me with his arm though and leads me outside himself.

"What's going on, Annabeth? Are you alright?" He looks truly concerned.

You can't tell him, he'll go ballistic!

But he'll be so pissed if I don't tell him..

"It's nothing, dad. Why?"

He still looks unconvinced. "You don't normally wince when you're brother knocks you on your side. Is your arm feeling alright?"

He's catching on, he knows something's up!