A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Bobcat:Slashgoil- I missed my fanfiction too. On the second day I was walking back to the bus and randomly said 'I miss my computer! I haven't been online for twenty-four hours!'. Almost everyone agreed. My friend, SparkS, doesn't like the eyebrow thing. She says it's weird.
Coin- maybe I should leave more often, it makes me feel exceptionally loved when I come back. And who doesn't love Pie Eater? Answer: no one!
Almatari-of-Arda- uh, this wasn't the funny story, it's the Angsty one. But thanks anyways for the review!
Strawberri Shake- I love Montreal. I want to move there, except for the French part, I don't like it. The Specs-guy was cool! And I never liked Jack mush either, he always bugged me...
Erin Go Bragh- uh...you're scaring me. What's 'double tongue'? And yeah, Aaron is Swifty/Jack's half-brother. I don't think Pie Eater's homophobic. I didn't mean to make it out that way.
(Saturday)
—Racetrack's PoV—
"When I was about six my brother, Michael was out in the front yard and I went outside to see him. He was playing football with of his friends and some girls were watching. I gave him a hug and I thin his friends laughed so he pushed me off, then I asked if I could play with them and he said no. His friend Doug told me to get lost and when I wouldn't, Michael picked me up and threw me across the lawn. I broke my arm. The girls got mad at Doug and Michael and wouldn't talk to them."
Dr Stevens nodded and her rapid note taking slowed. "What happened to Doug and Michael after that?"
"Michael hated me and Doug ignored me. That's kinda when we started to drift apart as brothers."
"And why do you think Michael was o mad at you?"
I shrugged. "Girls talk, soon everyone knew about that 'Mean Michael Higgins'. I guess he found it hard to get laid."
Dr Stevens looked shocked. "Do you really think that's the root of your problems with your brother?" she asked with her eyebrows raised. "The fact that you prevented your brother from sex?'
I wasn't even making this up; it was practically a proven fact. "Oh, definitely."
From her deep leather chair Dr Stevens surveyed me as if for the first time. "You're really telling the truth, aren't you Anthony?" She seemed utterly bewildered.
I blinked. "Yes, why wouldn't I?"
For an unknown reason Dr Stevens looked taken aback. In an attempt to regain her cool nature she exhaled and glanced down at her notepad. Clearing her throat, Dr Stevens asked, "What about your nickname? How'd you come around with 'Racetrack'?"
"I used to ride." This woman wasn't very good at fitting the pieces together.
"Is that all? You never go down to the tracks? Gamble a bit? Maybe drink a little?"
I couldn't believe this. Why was this woman asking questions like this? Sure, I smoke the occasional cigar and I've had alcohol at special events, but I've never gambled.
"I don't gamble or drink," I said mildly.
"But you go down to the tracks?"
I shrugged. "I've been."
"So Racetrack," she smirked, "you loiter down at the racetracks?"
I scowled. "No one who works for my father calls me 'Racetrack'."
a/n: gotta hate Dr Stevens. Then again, why wouldn't you? She's questioning our poor Racetrack's nickname! What an evil lady!