Stepbrothers

Chapter Thirty-One - Walk

Chapter Thirty-One - Walk

«Adam»

Jace and I stood in front of Tony in the school parking lot. For some reason only my eyes were  red and puffy ones from crying while Jace looked like he didn't even drop a tear.

"Anyway," I said, shrugging with my hands up as well, "I'll be staying at Jace's until after Thanksgiving." I sniffled, scrubbing my nose for the thousandth time to once again have nothing there.

"Jace made you cry again," Tony said, crossing his arms as he continued a glaring match with Jace.

"Adam, why can't we just go? Why do you need to tell him, you two hate each other," Jace growled.

Tony and I looked at each other before I decided to finally say something. "Tony really . . . helped me these late few days and I just think it's . . .fair of me to . . . tell him, what I'm doing." Both Tony and Jace just stared at me, Jace more surprised and Tony more happy than their original burning hatred for each other.

"Well, you told him, lets leave," Jace said, grabbing my arm and dragging me away.

"We need to go to my house first," I said, making him pause.

"So I can grab clothes and stuff for Duck."

Tony reached forward, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards him. "Since he needs to get his stuff why don't I take him and drop him off at your house?"

"Or I could just take him to your house, get his stuff, and leave," Jace said yanking me towards him again.

"Why waste gas?" Tony asked with a smile.

"I could ask you the same thing," Jace said, a smile as strained as Tony's on his face.

Tony said, "I actually won't be wasting gas. I have something to do in that area."

"Oh?" Jace started, "And what is it you are going to be doing in a farm area?"

"Dropping this one off." Tony yanked me so hard I was pulled out of Jace's grip and fell into Tony's chest.

"Hey!" Jace yelled reaching for me.

"Jace," I sighed, making him freeze in his motion. "I'll see you in a bit, okay?"

Jace clenched his jaw and nodded reluctantly, obviously having a lot to say as he stomped off. Once he was out of ear shot I turned to Tony.

"You made that harder than it had to be," I snapped.

"He made you cry, your eyes are still red," he said, reaching a hand out and cupping my cheek, a thumb gently swiping under my eye.

I pushed his hand off, despite my want to leave it. "That's not important."

"You didn't even want to ride with him did you?"

I remained silent. 

He smiled, a sense of victory that pissed me off in his eyes. "Come on," he said, walking past me towards the  bike.

He handed me the helmet, and I cringed as I slowly put in on. Yeah, the ride here was great, rainbows and all, but I still didn't like motorcycles.

"Are you just going to stand there with a helmet on your head or are you going to get on?" 

I crossed my arms. "I rather stand."