I walk to the fridge and grab four beers. "Want one?" I ask while plotting a way to kill my sister when no one is looking.
"Sure," Jordan replies and winks at my sister.
"I'll take one too," Candice chimes in with her serious voice but she doesn't fool anyone.
"Over my dead body," I grumble and hand beers to Jordan, Steph, and Ty.
My mom heads into the kitchen as she is more than accustomed to the ongoing verbal jousting between me and Candice. She pulls out a large bowl of homemade bread dough and begins making dinner rolls. "I won't ask the same questions as the media, so tell us about yourself, Jordan," Mom requests.
Candice responds before Jordan speaks. "I couldn't find your college stats on the internet. It sucks that community colleges don't post like they should."
Jordan wigg
