"Wayne?" Mrs. Atkins called out, heading to the living room.
"What happened?!" Noah sprinted past his mom to see what was going on.
I stared after them, then glanced back at Zeke and Mr. Cameron.
Mr. Cameron looked to Zeke as well. "You're not interested in what had happened?"
Zeke shook his head. "It won't change anything. I'm going to Stanford." He repeated.
Mr. Cameron chuckled. "You're a crazy kid. It's still early in the draft, so you are definitely a round one pick. Aren't you scared of the consequences of not going?"
Zeke stood up slowly. "No. I believe in myself." He glanced at me, noticing that I wasn't following everyone else. "What do you think, Jake?"
I shrugged. "I'm not thinking anything." I really wasn't. I felt like I was watching a reality tv show in real time.
"Come on, lets go see what all the excitement is about." Zeke led the way to the living room.
I followed behind.
