Until Friday Night
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“You know West Ashby? Well, yeah, you probably do considering he’s your cousin’s best friend.”
I tore my gaze away from West’s and moved up as the line did. I had come to see him, and there he was. Looking right at me. I wasn’t invisible to him now. Maybe he had forgiven me for not talking this morning.
“You sitting with anyone?’ Charlie asked.
I shook my head.
“Want to keep me company?”
I thought about that. Charlie was a nice guy, and he was okay with the fact I wasn’t going to talk to him. I nodded.
That got a smile from him. “Awesome,” he replied.
We both took our trays after choosing what we wanted, and I let Charlie lead the way. I had no idea where to go sit. Luckily, he had a table where he always sat, and there were several other people there who greeted him as we approached. I was going to meet Charlie’s friends, it seemed.
“Hey, guys, this is Maggie. Maggie, this is Shane.” He pointed to a redhead with a lot of freckles and a pair of very large glasses. “May.” May was a brunette with short curly hair and a forced smile. She wasn’t happy I was here—I didn’t need her to say anything to know that; it was all over her face. “Dick—yes, seriously that is his name. His mother hates him.” The dark-haired guy grinned at me, and I could tell he was curious. The light in his green eyes said he found something amusing.
“Maggie and I met at the pep rally Friday, and I am currently trying to talk her into going to Nashville with me Saturday.”
May’s shoulders snapped back, and fire lit her eyes. “You’re taking her to see Dierks Bentley?” she asked, sounding completely horrified.
“Oh boy,” Dick said with a chuckle.
Charlie completely ignored her reaction. His smile stayed in place as he sat down then nodded for me to sit beside him. “Sure am. She’s going to love it,” was his response.
Shane snorted as he took a drink of his milk. It appeared Shane and Dick were both having a hard time keeping it together. But Charlie continued to be oblivious to it all.
“Uh-oh,” Dick said as he dropped his sandwich to the tray. His eyes went wide.
“What?” Charlie asked as I turned to see what Dick was looking at.
Brady.
He was looking at Brady. Because Brady was coming this way. And he didn’t look happy. His tray was tight in his grip, and the clench of his jaw was hard to miss.
“Maggie,” Brady said as he sat down in the empty seat to the right of me.
I just stared at him. What was he doing?
“There’s another one,” Shane whispered, and I shifted my gaze from Brady to see West walking our way. He was watching me closely and also looked unhappy.
When his tray clanked loudly on the table, everyone but Brady jumped.
“What are you doing?” Brady asked him as West took the seat across from Brady.
“Same thing you’re doing,” he replied, then turned his gaze to me for a second before glaring at Charlie.
“I’m making sure my cousin is all right,” Brady replied.
West shifted his gaze back to me. It softened. “Me too.”
Brady muttered a curse word, and West just smirked as he picked up his burger and took a bite. I was used to Brady being a little overprotective, but West? I didn’t understand why he was here. Because we had talked? Did his opening up to me and my actually speaking make him feel as if he had to look out for me? I didn’t need either of them to keep me safe. Especially from someone like Charlie.
“Great. You got the jock squad over here now,” May grumbled.
Brady and West both ignored her comment.
“Sooo, how about that game Friday night, eh?” Dick said with a nervous smile.
Brady lifted his head to shoot Dick an annoyed glance before going back to his meal.
“I don’t think they’re here to talk to us,” Shane whispered loudly.
No one said anything for a few moments. Awkward silence was something I had grown used to. But right now I really wanted Charlie to be chatty.
“You ever been to the Grand Ole Opry?” Charlie asked me.
I started to shake my head when Brady spoke up. “No. She hasn’t.”
I glanced over at my cousin, who was eating his food like he was mad at it.
“Oh, well. You’re gonna love it,” Charlie said brightly. He didn’t seem at all affected by Brady’s rude behavior.
“I still can’t believe you’re taking her. You hardly know her. You know I’ve been dying to see Dierks Bentley in concert forever,” May said, sounding hurt.
Charlie glanced at me, and I saw the frustration in his eyes. He didn’t want to let May down. Why had he asked me, then? I didn’t have to go.
“She’s not going with you. Anywhere,” Brady said in his less-than-jolly tone.
It was times like these I was glad I wasn’t expected to say anything.
The End Hurts
CHAPTER 12
WEST
The guys were going to watch the video of Friday night’s game at Brady’s tonight. His mom would make tacos and chocolate cake. She always did. It was something we did every week during football season.
I hadn’t planned on going. Hospice had come today for the first time. Dealing with that was harder than I’d thought it would be. Dad had needed the pain meds so much this past week, he wasn’t coherent enough to even ask about Friday night’s game. I’d sat in his room and told him anyway. Hoping that, in his drugged sleep, he’d heard me.
I tore my gaze away from West’s and moved up as the line did. I had come to see him, and there he was. Looking right at me. I wasn’t invisible to him now. Maybe he had forgiven me for not talking this morning.
“You sitting with anyone?’ Charlie asked.
I shook my head.
“Want to keep me company?”
I thought about that. Charlie was a nice guy, and he was okay with the fact I wasn’t going to talk to him. I nodded.
That got a smile from him. “Awesome,” he replied.
We both took our trays after choosing what we wanted, and I let Charlie lead the way. I had no idea where to go sit. Luckily, he had a table where he always sat, and there were several other people there who greeted him as we approached. I was going to meet Charlie’s friends, it seemed.
“Hey, guys, this is Maggie. Maggie, this is Shane.” He pointed to a redhead with a lot of freckles and a pair of very large glasses. “May.” May was a brunette with short curly hair and a forced smile. She wasn’t happy I was here—I didn’t need her to say anything to know that; it was all over her face. “Dick—yes, seriously that is his name. His mother hates him.” The dark-haired guy grinned at me, and I could tell he was curious. The light in his green eyes said he found something amusing.
“Maggie and I met at the pep rally Friday, and I am currently trying to talk her into going to Nashville with me Saturday.”
May’s shoulders snapped back, and fire lit her eyes. “You’re taking her to see Dierks Bentley?” she asked, sounding completely horrified.
“Oh boy,” Dick said with a chuckle.
Charlie completely ignored her reaction. His smile stayed in place as he sat down then nodded for me to sit beside him. “Sure am. She’s going to love it,” was his response.
Shane snorted as he took a drink of his milk. It appeared Shane and Dick were both having a hard time keeping it together. But Charlie continued to be oblivious to it all.
“Uh-oh,” Dick said as he dropped his sandwich to the tray. His eyes went wide.
“What?” Charlie asked as I turned to see what Dick was looking at.
Brady.
He was looking at Brady. Because Brady was coming this way. And he didn’t look happy. His tray was tight in his grip, and the clench of his jaw was hard to miss.
“Maggie,” Brady said as he sat down in the empty seat to the right of me.
I just stared at him. What was he doing?
“There’s another one,” Shane whispered, and I shifted my gaze from Brady to see West walking our way. He was watching me closely and also looked unhappy.
When his tray clanked loudly on the table, everyone but Brady jumped.
“What are you doing?” Brady asked him as West took the seat across from Brady.
“Same thing you’re doing,” he replied, then turned his gaze to me for a second before glaring at Charlie.
“I’m making sure my cousin is all right,” Brady replied.
West shifted his gaze back to me. It softened. “Me too.”
Brady muttered a curse word, and West just smirked as he picked up his burger and took a bite. I was used to Brady being a little overprotective, but West? I didn’t understand why he was here. Because we had talked? Did his opening up to me and my actually speaking make him feel as if he had to look out for me? I didn’t need either of them to keep me safe. Especially from someone like Charlie.
“Great. You got the jock squad over here now,” May grumbled.
Brady and West both ignored her comment.
“Sooo, how about that game Friday night, eh?” Dick said with a nervous smile.
Brady lifted his head to shoot Dick an annoyed glance before going back to his meal.
“I don’t think they’re here to talk to us,” Shane whispered loudly.
No one said anything for a few moments. Awkward silence was something I had grown used to. But right now I really wanted Charlie to be chatty.
“You ever been to the Grand Ole Opry?” Charlie asked me.
I started to shake my head when Brady spoke up. “No. She hasn’t.”
I glanced over at my cousin, who was eating his food like he was mad at it.
“Oh, well. You’re gonna love it,” Charlie said brightly. He didn’t seem at all affected by Brady’s rude behavior.
“I still can’t believe you’re taking her. You hardly know her. You know I’ve been dying to see Dierks Bentley in concert forever,” May said, sounding hurt.
Charlie glanced at me, and I saw the frustration in his eyes. He didn’t want to let May down. Why had he asked me, then? I didn’t have to go.
“She’s not going with you. Anywhere,” Brady said in his less-than-jolly tone.
It was times like these I was glad I wasn’t expected to say anything.
The End Hurts
CHAPTER 12
WEST
The guys were going to watch the video of Friday night’s game at Brady’s tonight. His mom would make tacos and chocolate cake. She always did. It was something we did every week during football season.
I hadn’t planned on going. Hospice had come today for the first time. Dealing with that was harder than I’d thought it would be. Dad had needed the pain meds so much this past week, he wasn’t coherent enough to even ask about Friday night’s game. I’d sat in his room and told him anyway. Hoping that, in his drugged sleep, he’d heard me.
