My Overprotective Brothers

Chapter 35

The last two lessons of the day dragged on painfully slow.

Geography was just as boring as the lesson before. I loved history, but geography never really clicked for me. The teacher was talking about physical features of the earth—rivers, mountains, and stuff that just didn't seem to matter. My mind kept drifting as the words blurred together. I tried to focus, but it felt impossible.

Chloe and Sophia were already making weekend plans, whispering excitedly in the corner of the room.

I sighed, resting my chin in my hand. Just get through it. That was my plan. Not that it was easy when I cared so little about what was being said.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.

I stretched my arms above my head before shoving my books into my bag. As I grabbed my phone, I sent a quick text to Lucas.

Me: Finally done. Heading out now.

"Heading out, Shorty?" Chloe asked with a smirk as I threw my bag over my shoulder.

I groaned. "Stop calling me that," I muttered, though I couldn't help but smile slightly at the teasing.

"You'll get used to it," she said with a wink.

Sophia laughed. "We'll see you later. Don't forget about the study session tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah," I said, waving them off before heading toward the exit.

As I stepped outside, I spotted Lucas near the gates, hands in his pockets. I waved, and he came over, his usual grin in place.

"Got anything fun planned?" he asked, falling into step beside me.

I shrugged. "Nah, just heading home. Easton's picking me up. You?"

"I'm going home with my mum to get ready for the match," Lucas said, sounding a little less enthusiastic than usual. "I'm mostly just there for the donuts afterward. You in?"

I smirked. "Don't think I'll be able to resist the donuts."

Lucas grinned, clearly pleased. "Great, I'll save you one."

"Sure," I said, though I had no intention of letting Lucas pick out my donut for me. "You'll be there cheering, then?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll yell at the refs a bit and maybe mock the guys, but mostly donuts," Lucas joked.

I chuckled, rolling my eyes. "You're something else."

"Yeah, I know. Catch you later, Shorty," Lucas said with a wink before heading off toward his mum's car.

I watched him go, shaking my head before making my way to the other side of the parking lot where Easton was waiting.

"Hey," I greeted, sliding into the passenger seat.

"Ready to go?" Easton asked, starting the engine.

"Yeah, let's go," I said, leaning back in the seat, already thinking about the donuts.

The moment we got home, I bolted up the stairs, eager to get out of my uniform. I tossed my bag onto my bed and immediately started stripping off the stiff school blazer and tie, throwing them somewhere in the corner of my room.

Jeans and a hoodie were my go to choice as it was comfortable and warm enough for standing around outside. I pulled on a thick hoodie (one I may or may not have stolen from Lucas a while ago), then ran my fingers through my hair to fix it.

Just as I was about to head back downstairs, Easton's voice rang through the house.

"Adrian, you better not think about leaving without eating something!"