As Zeke was held up by Coach, we left him behind and boarded the bus. We weren't the first on, nor were we the last. About half the seats were taken. Dave and Kyle slid into a seat together somewhere in the middle of the bus. As we started to take the seat behind them, a high pitch voiced denied us.
"Nope. Can't sit there." A girl as tall as the twins squeezed through and flopped down on what could have been our seat.
Noah frowned. "Rude. We were here first."
She looked Noah up and down. "An Atkins brother? Another one? Does your parents only know how to procreate?"
Uh. What.
"Chill, Bailey." Dave turned around, putting his knees on the seat. "No need to be so bitchy. You'll never find a boyfriend that way."
Kyle took a similar pose, knees on the seat to turn and face us. "Yea, Bailey, do you take pleasure in bullying little freshmen?"
