The Breaking Point

Chapter 13

Edgar groaned as he grabbed a dirty, white sock with his own EZ Reacher-and-Grabber.

"Dylan."

The American boy looked up from his book. "Yeah?"

"Just because I'm paying for the hotel doesn't mean I'll pay you to clean up after yourself too."

Dylan laughed and returned to his book. "Eddy, no one asked you to clean up."

"Edgar," Edgar stated firmly," and it's important to keep the place tidy."

Dylan laughed and shook his head. "See the problem, Eddy? You brits are rich and fancy but you don't know the first thing about having fun. We can tell the woman at the lobby to come clean."

"First of all, I'm not spending any more money on you. And second, Brit-ish not brits; and it's Edgar."

"See what I mean? You're boring and it's not my fault I forgot my wallet."

"Oh really? Whose fault is that?"

"Mark probably. He's supposed to remind me to take it."

Unicorn's captain was spread out on his bed sideways; feet dangling on one side, head dangling on the other. He gave Dylan a smile. "Don't blame me, it's your wallet."

Across the room, Eric and Bobby were locked in an intense thumb war. Teres was slouched on an arm chair, tapping away on his phone carelessly. Fideo was sitting cross legged on his bed with his physics book in his lap.

"Where's Hector by the way?" Dylan asked after a while.

Edgar placed another dirty sock in his white trash bag. "Seriously, where were you when he said he was leaving?"

"Tire training," Teres mumbled from his chair.

"What? Why?"

"'Cuz of reasons," Teres grumbled.

"Why so mad? You need to loosen up a bit, Terry."

"Will you nickname everyone, Dylan?" Mark joked.

Dylan smiled and shook his head, then returned to his comic. Edgar continued his laundry project.

"Are you putting the clothes in a trash bag?" Eric asked after his seventh win against Bobby.

"You didn't expect me to use my hands, did you? And there is no bucket."

"Well, make sure they aren't mistaken for trash, they're all I have left."

Mark laughed at Dylan's comment.

"We haven't been here for very long. How-"

"He keeps spilling stuff on them," Mark replied, still laughing.

"Spilling stuff on his socks. Really Dylan." Edgar muttered under his breath.

Fideo looked up from his physics book. "Aren't you guys gonna study?"

"Good one, for what?"

"For school Dylan, for school. Honestly, where were you raised?"

"In America, Eddy. I'm not studying for school. That's boring. I'd rather be doing something better."