“You really can, though,” Sebastian said as he put everything back in the fridge and grabbed his sandwich and Coke before he made his way towards the living room, where their brother and sister were watching a movie.
“You need my help,” Jonathan said, shoving the slice of turkey in his mouth before grabbing a bag of chips and followed him.
“I need you to drop it,” Sebastian said, taking a bite out of his sandwich as he headed upstairs.
“That’s the last thing you need,” Jonathan said as he followed him to their room.
Knowing that his brother wouldn’t drop it, Sebastian dropped his bag on his bed, grabbed his iPad and shoved it in his sweatshirt pocket and headed for the window. In a matter of seconds, Sebastian was sitting on the roof, enjoying his sandwich as he picked up where he’d left off with the files that Mrs. Blaine sent him. He-
“Ask her to the dance tomorrow night.”
“I have homework,” Sebastian said as his gaze flickered back to find his brother sitting in the window, watching him curiously before he shifted his gaze down to the phone in his hand.
“And if Mikey wanted to go?” Jonathan murmured absently as he swiped his finger down his cell phone.
“She doesn’t,” Sebastian said, even as he couldn’t help but wonder when his brother was going to let this go.
“But if she did?” Jonathan asked right around the time that Sebastian decided to focus back on his sandwich.
“She doesn’t,” Sebastian said, swiping to the next page.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” he drawled, taking another bite and-
“Then, why did she just send me a text message telling me that she can’t come over tomorrow night because she has a date?”
CHAPTER17
Should she be concerned that Sebastian was pacing outside her window at one in the morning? Probably, Mikey thought as she watched Sebastian kneel down in front of her window and move to open it, only to ram his fingers through his hair and stand back up and went back to pacing.
Definitely something that she should look into, Mikey decided as she shifted her focus back to the email that Coach Jackson sent earlier and found herself wondering how she was going to pull this off as she looked over everything that he wanted her to work on. Thankfully, Coach Jackson also sent a copy of the email to Uncle Jason and her stepfather, so she really didn’t need to worry about how she was going to run faster and be able to do all of those pushups by March since they seemed determined to make sure that she was ready for tryouts.
That left her wondering how she was going to be able to come up with the five thousand dollars that she was going to need for training camp this summer. Then again, it could be worse. She could be forced to come up with the entire ten-thousand-dollar fee, but thankfully, her scholarship covered five thousand dollars and she had a deal with her mother when it came to her baseball needs.
Her mother covered baseballs, snacks, and all of her first aid needs and for everything else, like fees, gloves, and camps, she matched her dollar for dollar. That meant that she only had to come up with twenty-five hundred dollars. She could ask her mom for more hours, but something, mostly the fact that her mother didn’t seem to appreciate her supervisory skills, told her that probably wasn’t going to be an option.
Thankfully, she had other options, Mikey reminded herself when she heard her bedroom window slide open and-
“Why do you look like you’re about to be sick?” Mikey couldn’t help but wonder as she took in the expression on Sebastian’s face as he stood by her window, noting that he looked completely lost.
“I really hate Jonathan,” he said, swallowing hard while she lay there, nodding because that made sense.
“And you had to climb through my window at one in the morning to tell me that?” Mikey couldn’t help but ask as she watched him open his mouth, only to think better of it, close it, and swallow hard as he closed her bedroom window.
When he still didn’t say anything, Mikey said, “Good talk,” as she shifted her attention back to her iPad and-
“Who is it?” he blurted out, making her frown as she slowly looked up and found Sebastian standing in front of her bed, looking like he was about to be sick.
“Who is what?” Mikey asked, quickly becoming concerned as she placed the iPad on her nightstand so that she could reach over and grab hold of his hand and pull him down on the bed next to her.
“I…” Sebastian began, only to slowly exhale as he dropped his head in his hands, making her swallow hard as she sat there, debating whether or not she should go get her mother.
Just when she was about to climb off the bed, Sebastian dropped his hands away and looked at her as he asked, “Are you really going?”
Blinking at him, Mikey said, “I’m really going to need you to start adding more details if you want me to have any idea what you’re talking about.”
“Tomorrow night,” Sebastian said hollowly.