Chapter 23 - Zeke

                                    

                                          
"What'd you get?" Chris asked me without peeling his eyes off of the game the second I mounted the bleachers.
"Gatorade and M&M's," I muttered half heartedly. 
"Woah woah woah!" Cameron's gruff voice spoke, a hand pulling the back of my shirt so I was forced to step back and sit down right next to my third oldest brother. 
"What, Cam?" I mumbled, closing my eyes to keep my composer because of how tired and annoyed I was with all of my brothers right now. 
Not a single one of them didn't make me mad or annoying right now. Not one out of seven, real great odds I know. 
West and the twins — for obvious reasons of practically beating up Brady — were making me pretty pissed off. Cameron too because I know that he's involved somehow with this whole thing! Chris and Dylan aren't that bad right now. I'm just always a little mad at them constantly because of all of their secrets. Ben isn't making me too too mad right now, but I am annoyed at him just a little because of how controlling he's being about following Dylan and all of that stuff. 
"Calm down," He told me, slinging one arm around my shoulder and his other around West's, who I realized was sitting down on Cameron's other side. And by the looks of it he got roped in just like me.
What was Cameron doing?
"So..." Cam took one of my M&M's from my newly opened back and popped it in his mouth. I didn't care enough to say anything. "What happened?" He asked, nonchalantly. 
My eyes widened as I fought the urge to look at either one of my brothers. If I looked at Cam he would know that I was scared in some way — then he would figure out I was lying or hiding something making me scared. If I looked at West — which I already didn't want to do because I was mad at him — Cameron would know that there was something we were hiding together so I was looking at him for guidance.
"Nothing. Why? Cause I went with her?" West scoffed, shaking his head. 
West lied through his teeth so easily even I started to believe he was telling the truth until I remembered I was there and knew something happened. 
Cameron shrugged. "Nah, Chris told you to do that." He waved West's comment off. "I'm talking about what happened when you got there? To the..." — He looked back like he was trying to remember something — "Snack shack."
"You're delusional, big bro,"
"Star?" He turned his attention to me. 
I muttered up a half shrug that most definitely looked fake. "N-nothing. I got my food. West, he ummm talked with a friend." 
"You talked with a friend?" Cameron's head swayed in the other direction. "Instead of watching our baby sister?"
"I didn't let her out of my sight, Cameron. And we talked for like half of a second." West growled, locking eyes with his older brother who was currently interrogating him. 
Cameron raised his head away from West just a little bit. "Then why do you have a grazed knuckle and Beatrice is avoiding my gaze and stuttering? Humm? Riddle me that," 
My head shot up in surprise and warning at my brother's words. 
Was I really that obvious?
I was always like an open book to my brothers all throughout my childhood which helped me because I never felt like I had to hide anything from them. And it helped them help me with my PTSD. But now that I'm older I thought that I was getting better at hiding some things from them, sometimes. I guess I was wrong though... in the case of Cameron at least.