Chapter Seven
Seth
The breakfast crew, as they call us, is called in to sit in a room where we can watch the judges critique our food. We’re stuffed like f*****g sardines in this room with a small-ass television so we can watch someone say how delicious or shitty something we made is. It’s like signing yourself up to get your ass kicked.
“Why are you here?” Evan asks, sitting in the seat next to me.
“Why are you sitting next to me?”
“Answer my question first.”
“My mom begged and pleaded.” She was busy at the store, and since we’re still keeping this under wraps from my dad, she couldn’t escape. Her meeting me in the back alley with a tray of fresh bagels and cream cheese wasn’t suspicious at all. No wonder my brother got away with his drug problem for so long under my dad’s nose.
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