I had a restless night of sleep. I was constantly thinking about Mrs. Atkins and if she heard us talk about my brother.
Noah was on the same boat, but on a different deck. He kept staring at me and making eye contact. He was still hung up on the fact that a professional baseball player on his favorite team could possibly be related to me by blood.
Mrs. Atkins shook her head at the pair of us, watching us eat breakfast. "You two better not fall asleep during class. I won't bail you out if you get detention."
"You guys stayed up late last night?" Kyle asked.
"No-" Noah was about to deny, but with Mrs. Atkins as a witness that wasn't possible. "Not exactly. We forgot to do some work for a project and time just got away from us."
"You better not do that a night before the game." Dave warned. "Lack of sleep can affect your performance on the field."
