“Seriously, we’ll go running together and stuff, okay?” I rested my hand on Aiden’s arm. He sighed and smiled at me. “Afterward I’ll beat you at Fortnite.”
“Hey, I want to be your teammate,” Connor said from across the table, his mouth half full of pancakes. His fork hesitated before plowing through the next stack on his plate.
“Not until you learn some table manners.” I lifted my chin in mock superiority. “I’ll have you guys acting like gentlemen by the end of the season.”
“I don’t need gentlemen,” Skyler grumbled. “I need a strong defensive line.”
“Which is why Aiden and I are going jogging this evening before we play video games.” I draped my arm around Aiden’s shoulders.
“Whatever.” Skyler shoveled in another bite of scrambled eggs and slumped his shoulders.
“I have to do something to help out this team,” I said, pulling my arm off Aiden’s shoulders. “Since apparently we no longer need a wide receiver.”
“What?” Jayce whipped his head around. “Yes, we do.”
“You’re not quitting, are you?” Connor asked.
“I wasn’t planning to, but Skyler said he was planning to focus heavily on our running game.”
All eyes turned on Skyler, proverbial daggers flying across the table. He shrugged and spoke around a mouthful of food, “I didn’t say we’d stop needing a wide receiver.”
“That was the way I interpreted your little speech,” I said, crossing my arms and resting back against my chair. All conversation had stopped as we all waited to see how Skyler would respond. He looked around at the accusing eyes of our teammates and gulped down the bite of food he had in his mouth.
“Fine, we’ll up our passing game,” Skyler said, setting aside his fork. “But you guys need to get focused. If you want to set up brunch dates with each other do it after practice. Quit flirting with our wide receiver like she’s a girl.”
“But she is a girl,” Connor said.
“And I really like flirting with her,” Jayce added, draping his arm across my shoulders.
“And I really like catching footballs,” I said.
“Fine,” Skyler said.
“Fine.” I nodded my head definitively, sure I’d won the argument.
“I expect you on the field in two hours ready to run plays.” Skyler pushed back his chair, stood, and reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He tossed a $20 bill in front of his half-eaten breakfast and stormed from the room.