The Reason Why

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

“You should get some part time jobs there,” Brandon said, pointing his ice cream stick at Mike. 

“What? Why would I? I don’t like kids anyways,” he shrugged, his eyes on his laptop monitor.

“Is Little Lights open for part time jobs?” Sharon asked me. 

“I don’t really know but...If you guys wanna take a job there I’ll talk it through with Dad or Mr. Richard.” I replied her.

“I’ll take it if I haven’t signed up at Clark’s,” Brandon sucked his ice cream stick back into his mouth, “IF the wages are higher than Clark’s,” he added and laughed out loud.  

He lied his back down on the pool side chair, resting his head against his folded hands while he put one feet up on the other. His yellow framed sunglasses rested on his sharp, freckled nose, making him a lazy tourist with only a swimming pants on. 

“That’s so Brandon. All about money.” Claire rolled her eyes. 

“Nothing’s wrong with that, dude,” he remarked lazily from his chair. “It’s just that I’m money oriented.”

  “Yeah, right. And not getting a shower for five days straight, smelling like an orangutan.” Mike chided from his own chair, fiddling with his laptop on his lap.

“Geez, it’s called being an economist,” he stated. “And you never smelled a freakin’ orangutan, bro.”

“Fine. Not smelling like an orangutan but a rotten egg.”

“Oh really?” he sat up, lowering his sunglasses that his grey eyes peeked from the tips of his shades. He put away his ice cream stick.

Brandon began with a higher tone, “You know, Michael Adams, You’re so game-obsessed and unreal stuffs. When are you going to think about reality, like, how to get profit when you have to fulfill your daily needs with money, or—”

“Shut up, guys, before a fight breaks out between you two.” Sharon cut in.

“Anyways, any updates from Chris?” Claire asked me, her eyes sparkled.

Their eyes were all on me. 

“What?” I said.

“You think we didn’t saw that lovers’ tagg race you and Chris  played that evening? Running accross the school, bumping random guys and escaping with a bike? Full of tears and romance!” Mike exclaimed.

He grinned, his electric blue eyes popping between the sandy curtains of his hair. “Your macho prince. Full of machismo,” his eyebrows did a salsa dance. 

“And going to a boot-camp boarding school,” Brandon added, “ How macho-ly expensive is that,” he groaned. “He must be really rich.”

“F.Y.I. it’s a scholarship, Bran.” Sharon put in, rather irritated.

“Oh wow. He must have a smart-cash-saving brains.” 

I laughed, “Not just a smart-cash-saving brains, silly. He joined the football team to go after the scholarship.”

Brandon stopped for a while, he seemed thinking. “What if...” he  snatched away his shades, his face lit up “What if I do the same? No more money-wasting school needs!”

“Hey, knock it off,” Sharon slapped his arm.

“Ow!”

“Take a bath and put on your frickin clothes, Bran! We’re all done already and you’re the only one who hasn’t showered yet.”