chapter sixty-five

Later that evening...

Scott paced the floor. He had told himself he'd go over at 8 o'clock. It was 7:57 pm and he was driving himself insane. Bob was playing his gameboy but couldn't take it anymore.

"Just go, freak." Bob said and went back to his game.

"What if she's not home yet? Then I'll get really mad and not go again." Scott said.

"You are such a homo." Bob said.

"Shut up." Scott said. He wasnt in the mood for fighting. "Ok I'm going." Clint shot up from his sitting on the floor watching TV.

"I'm coming!" Clint insisted.

Scott was putting on another shirt. "The hell you are."

"I can go if I want." Clint said.

"Fine. But you're not coming with me." Scott replied and put another shirt on and put his shoes on.

"Scott, don't be a dick." Clint said and watched his brother. If Scott had any ounce of compassion in him, Clint wanted it to come out right now. He didn't much care for Kellyn but he wanted to watch the two.

"Fine you can come but if she's home, you're not coming in."