head over heels

2 ~ oh shit, why is he hot now?

[A/N - and *drumroll pleaaaaaaase* here he isssssssssssssss]

Evan plonked himself into the passenger's seat of their supposedly shared car, (Ethan was a car hoarder) shooting off a text to Riley as his brother grumbled his way behind the wheel, and Emma glowered her way into the back, radiating so much angst that Evan felt like even looking at her might give him second hand depression.

@evan - 5 mins

@rileyyy - whats your brother wearing

@evan - ew stop it

@rileyyy - TELL ME

@evan - same shit as always

@rileyyy - white shirt or black

@evan - white

Evan fought the urge to groan as his phone pinged. The girl was incessant. Her obsession with his brother had taken up two years too many of his life.

@rileyyy - oh shit i need to prepare myself

Ethan was talking about something volleyball related. Something about formations. It fit neatly into the 'Evan didn't give a shit category,' while he heard some form of punk music blasting from Emma's headphones as she sat wordlessly in the back.

@evan - gross stop it

@rileyyy - how long

@evan - 2 mins

@rileyyy - FUCK

Ethan was still going. "I mean fuck, the Canyons are just too fucking good for our block, like Olivers fucking great but Ken? The guys taller than the school flagpole but can't hold the block steady for the life of him, he just gets targeted everytime."

Evan groaned, "Just swap him with Luke then, he's strong enough to block one of those canyon spikes. More than Ken anyway."

He'd only seen the guy once in practice, but the boy was 6'6 and built like a tree.

His brother blinked, then considered his words for a moment, "True," he hummed, "Luke would be better I think."

He hummed absently, focusing on his phone.

Ethan continued, "I think we just use Kei for offensive power. He has one hell of a quick attack. He said he was practising it over the break."

Evans' ears pricked at that. He hadn't seen a whisper of the team over the break, which was unusual, especially for Kei, his brother's best friend. The boy was often something of a regular at their house. 

Evan avoided all of the volleyball goons like the plague.

Ethan continued, rambling off tactic after tactic he planned to implement with the team. It went on for so long that Evan wanted to rip his own ears off.

"I refuse to get beaten by Theo and his Canyon idiots," Ethan seethed. Evan flinched at the name. It wasn't one he ever wanted to remember.

They pulled up in Rileys driveway, and Evan banished the intrusive thought from his mind, "Stop the volleyball talk for five fucking seconds please," he begged.

Ethan shrugged, only pulling out his phone, presumably to text the volleyball goons as they waited, while Emma sank in her seat, and Evan fought the urge to whack his sister as her knees dug straight into the back of his seat.

After a minute or so, Riley burst out the front door, her blonde curls bouncing.

Evan winced. She'd worn the skirt. He shook his head at her through the window as she approached. The girl only winked at him. It was her self dubbed 'fuck me' skirt. A tiny black pleated skirt she had paired with a white sweater.