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“This party’sgonna be sick. Check out my shirt. No way I’m not hookin’ up tonight. Not to mention, my hair is on point,” I brag to Kip and Chase.
Hannah and her little sidekick turn the corner. “Party, huh? Do Mom and Dad know?”
“It’s none of your business, Hannah. And you say anything, you can kiss any favors from me goodbye.” Hannah waves her brother off and continues down the hall.
“Dude, you don’t think she’s gonna—”
“Kids! Time for dinner,” Mrs. Matthews calls from the kitchen.
Makayla maneuvers past me and says, “The only thing that shirt is getting you is vomited on.” She throws the lame jab and walks off into the kitchen.
I look down at my shirt. “What? This shirt is awesome.”
“Dude, come on.” Kip slaps me on the chest. “Eat fast. Keep the chatting to a minimum. Then we’re out.” We take our usual seats at the table. Of course, I’m always at the end of the table across from Makayla. She sneers at me, and I grant her a sugary smile.
“So, boys, what are you up to tonight?” Mrs. Matthews asks. I shovel in the lasagna so we can get to Megan Miller’s party.
“Probably just heading up to the Shake Shack. Get some milkshakes and hang,” I say, offering Kip’s mom my award-winning smile.
From across the table, Makayla scoffs.
“Yeah, right,” Hannah says. “I heard you all talking. You’re going to a party.”
Kip glares at his sister. Makayla smirks over her next bite of food. I steal a glance at Kip, wondering if Hannah just killed our plans.
“A party, huh?” Mr. Matthews chimes in. Shit. We’re not going anywhere. Leave it to Kip’s little sister to sell us out.
“Mom, it’s not a party. It’s just some friends hanging out.”
“Are any parents going to be there?”
I look across the table at Makayla. She’s about to open her damn mouth. I swear, if she ruins this night for us. . . “Don’t even think about it,” I lean in and whisper.
Her eyes gleam in challenge. “A party, huh?”
“Yeah,a party. Ever heard of one? Of course not. Who would invite you?”
She sneers at me. “Please. I’ve been to a party. They’re lame. Like your shirt.”
“What’s wrong, duckling? Jealous? No party for you. While you’re grooming your feathers, I’m gonna have all the girls hanging on me.”
Her cheeks flush. I’m about to chalk this one up as a win when she leans over and says, “Doubt you’re getting any girls with a big stain on your clothes.”
“What st—?”
She knocks her elbow into my soda, spilling it into my lap. “Oh, how clumsy of me. I’m sure Kip has a shirt you can wear. To the Shake Shack, of course.”
* * *
“Let’s go. Come on!” Everyone at Jimmy’s Bar shouts at the awful play.
“That was long gone. No way he was going to catch that,” Kip chimes in. I give him a look, as if he knows anything about baseball. “What? He didn’t even have his glove out.”
“Maybe you should stick to golf, buddy.”
Kip laughs and slaps me on the back. “Nah, I’m sucking at golf lately. Plus, it will be hard when two Kip Juniors are running around.” I choke on my beer. Levi twists his head, but Chase remains oblivious, too busy on his phone sending kissing emojis to his fiancée.
“Shit, Stacey’s pregnant again?”
