Ayla and I walk around Track One towards the bigger track, though, we don’t head straight to the bleachers.
Elio was sitting on the back of his truck talking with Dane, three cases of beers behind them. I guess Elio was an exception to drive his truck down on The Pitt since his brother was well respected here. I’m not surprised.
“Yo, finally!” Dane calls out, getting off the truck. “Where have you two sissies run off to? One moment you were there then the next you vanished.”
He grabs two bottles of beer and hands one to me. I don’t know if he noticed my soda but I take it anyway out of politeness.
My step-cousin saunters toward the truck laying down the snacks she bought at the snack bar we made a pitstop earlier for a few chocolate candy bars. “Sorry, we were busy making out in the
