Riley and the Boxers | ✔️

Six

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"If you guys love football so much," I stated, softly kicking the football-shaped balloon that drifted down right in front of my feet. "Then why bother boxing?"

The two red-heads finally averted their obsessed eyes away from the large tv screen, staring at me with the most neutral facial expressions possible. Their hands were masked by a large, cheering glove with the index finger pointing up, whereas popcorn bowls and soda cans were buried inside their laps. It was as if a crazed party was held here, and the fact it was done by these two twins made it even more amusing... Or should I say, Evan more amusing? HA! Sorry I had to.

Just to fill you in, two days had passed after the school party. It was currently Sunday and the only people home were Evan, Ethan and I. Everyone else had gone to Skylar's boxing match but my goal was to avoid coming along by all means, since I wanted to forget about the hot jerk who ditched me on the dancefloor. However, I had a good reason and it was, in fact, an honest reason. I had an awful cold and needed to rest, but the Hemmings' ear-bleeding activity was preventing me from doing that.

Ethan sighed, reaching for the remote and turning the bomb-blasting television off. "Who said we came here by our will?"

"Yeah," Evan agreed. "We were actually forced here by our father, whose a famous champion boxer."

"Really now?"

"Not 'really now,' it's been like this forever, for your information. But you wouldn't have any idea 'cause you only moved in two weeks ago."

I bit my lip, the boy's got a point.

"His name is Simmy Hemmings. You know him?" Ethan asked, popping a popcorn into his mouth.

I froze for a second. No. "Yeah of course I do-"

"Quit calling dad Simmy! It's Samuel Hemmings, jeez how would Riley understand-" As if Evan had digested my reply just then, they both simultaneously glared at me with wide eyes before laughing their heads off. "Did-you-just-lie-to-us?"

I could just feel the colour draining from my face in epic humiliation. Should I leave the scene or stand here as their laughing stock? Wait, why did I have to decide anyway?

Spinning on my heels to exit the terror, I came to a halt when Evan called my name. As my cheeks were most likely stained bright red by the mere embarrassment encountered just then, I faced him anyway, choking out a, "w-what?"

"Are you good at football?"

I swallowed. Maybe this is the chance to be cooler than... What just happened. "Yeah! Why do you ask?"

"One of the members of our football club had to quit due to moving towns, so we were wondering if you wanted to come along to the auditions and help us decide?"

I grinned, "sure!"

"Sweet." Ethan smirked, "but remember, don't lie just to make others feel good."

Scratch me and my palpable lies. I gulped. "Got it. Sorry about that..."

"Forget about it," He waved it off, grabbing his coat hung on the couch and walking towards the front door. That's when it hit me - why not show them my awesome football skills? Maybe trying out for a football club would make me look more manly, right?

"Wait, guys!" I called as they stopped in their tracks, turning to face me. "Can I audition too?"

"You? Football?" They chorused, eyeing me down in disbelief. Ethan sighed. "Sorry, but dorks are prohibited to join-"