when Jeremy walks me to the door later he hands me his Vipers jersey, the one with Carter’s last name on it. “What the hell do you want me to do with this?” He grumbles at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck. “Pardon?” Jeremy throws his hands in the air. “I said can you get your stupid boyfriend to sign my stupid jersey!” There’s no hiding my smirk at this turn of events, and the last thing I see before my brother slams the door in my face is the mega roll of his eyes.
