“Did you two finally kiss and make up?” Elliott, a midfielder, called from his seat next to the fireplace. “Are our parents not divorced anymore?” Laughter erupted around the room. “Excuse me.” Vincent looked insulted. “I’ve been your captain for years. He only transferred in this year.” He jerked his thumb at me. “We are not on the same level. There’s only one parent here, and it’s me.” “Sure,” I said. “You can be the annoying parent. I’ll be the fun older brother.” He glared at me, but the expression lacked heat.
