Four
Wes
“What are you watching? Have you been up all night?”
I glanced over at Brody, eyes blurry from too much late-night binging, and blinked rapidly to bring him into focus.
He stood at the entrance to the living room, hair sticking up all over, scratching his butt absently as he yawned. Shifting my eyes to the clock on the microwave, I squinted to try and read the blue lights, but it was no use … I couldn’t see s**t.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Seven. Don’t you have to be at the pool in like thirty minutes?” Brody asked.
“s**t!” I yelled, jumping up off the couch before turning and fumbling through the blanket in search of the remote.
I had swim practice every weekday morning, and some weekends, and our coach did not like it if we missed without prior permission. It made sens
