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Christ, he didn’t know what he would do.
“I’ve decided to take pity on you,” Jonathan said with a heartfelt sigh as he dropped down from the top bunk.
“Please don’t make me kill you,” Sebastian managed to get out as he dropped face-first on his bed.
“I’ve decided to help you,” Jonathan announced as he dropped down next to him.
“I don’t need your help,” Sebastian muttered as he used the last of his energy to reach over and shove his brother off the bed.
“You really do, though, but that’s fine because I can wait until you beg me for help and you will. It’s just a matter of time,” Jonathan said with a satisfied sigh from the comfort of their bedroom floor.
Ignoring his brother, Sebastian shifted his focus to Braxton and said the one thing that he’d said every night for the past few months. “Mikey?”
“Is still a pain in the ass,” Braxton assured him, making his lips twitch.
“Is she ready for tomorrow?” Sebastian asked as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
“More than ready.”
“And her fan club?” Sebastian asked after a slight hesitation.
“Is still making her life a living hell.”
CHAPTER34
“Ishared my cupcakes with you,” Mikey mumbled hollowly as she watched the man who was slowly destroying her will to live finish off the chocolate fudge cupcake with extra buttercream frosting.
“And they were delicious,” Uncle Jason said while Mikey was forced to sit there, swallowing hard as she glanced at the clock above the whiteboard, noting that it had been five minutes since the bell dismissed her for the day before glancing back at Uncle Jason.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Mikey asked as her gaze shifted to the windows and stared helplessly at the baseball field in the distance, the same one that she’d been dreaming about stepping onto for the past nine months, and the same one that she should be making her way to now, but instead, she was sitting here at the mercy of the man who’d helped himself to her pudding at lunch today.
“You waited until the bell rang to hand over the cupcakes,” Uncle Jason said, pausing to finish off the bottle of juice that he’d helped himself to from her backpack, “I took exception to that.”
“I didn’t want to distract you from the lovely lecture that you gave on the French Revolution,” Mikey said with a hopeful smile that quickly died away when Uncle Jason’s eyes narrowed dangerously on her. Grumbling, Mikey admitted, “I felt that it was in my best interest to distract you so that I could make a run for it before you had a chance to bring up the paper that I handed in today.”
“I see,” Uncle Jason said, nodding absently as he picked up the paper that she wrote off the desk. “What do you think about this class, Miss Campbell?”
“Honestly?” Mikey asked, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched Uncle Jason nod and found herself admitting the one thing that she’d honestly never thought she’d say. “It’s my favorite class.”
Over the past few months, she’d realized just how much she really loved history, thanks to Uncle Jason. She’d never been a big fan of school before and only went so that she could play baseball, but now, she actually looked forward to going to school.
Not that she would ever admit that to anyone.
“Did you get help writing this paper, Miss Campbell?” Uncle Jason asked as he glanced down at her paper.
“No,” Mikey admitted, swallowing hard as she watched him flip to the next page.
“Sebastian didn’t help you?” Uncle Jason asked, throwing her a questioning look.
“He’s been busy,” she said, worrying her hands together as she found herself regretting her decision not to accept Jonathan’s offer to help her when she had the chance, but those damn creepy smiley faces that he loved drawing on her work…
“That’s an understatement,” Uncle Jason murmured as he finished reading through her paper and-
“If baseball doesn’t work out, you might want to consider a career in history,” Uncle Jason drawled as he looked up and shot her a wink. “You should probably start running, Miss Campbell.”
With that, Mikey released the breath that she didn’t realize that she was holding, grabbed her bag and raced for the door, yelling, “Thank you!” and felt her lips pull up into a smile at the sound of Uncle Jason’s chuckle as it followed her out the door and into the hallway. From there, she raced down the hallway, past the teacher’s lounge, cut through the foreign language department wing, through the tech wing, out the door that led to the courtyard and back inside through the dining hall doors and into the front hallway where she took a left and made her way to the girls’ locker room.
Less than a minute later, Mikey was dropping her backpack on the floor, opened her locker, and-
