We hurried to the stadium with our snacks and met Zeke by the entrance of the stadium. He actually let out a short laugh when he saw me and his brothers in the Stanford baseball shirts. He looked at his mom. "Was this your doing? Is it supposed to promote this school to me some more?"
Mrs. Atkins faked being offended. "How could you accuse me of something like coercion? Noah wanted one, and then Jake, and then the twins. But to make sure you weren't left out, I got you one as well!" She whipped it out of her bag and handed it over.
Me and the other boys laughed at her skills of persuasion. Only Noah wanted one, yet we all got one. Heck, the twins weren't even there so how could they even ask for a t-shirt?
Zeke held the shirt out to make sure it was the right size. "Thanks. Shouldn't you hold it since you have the bag? I might lose it."
