TWENTY-TWO A

Tom sat on the hood of his car and rested his back on the windshield with one hand behind his head and the other covering his eyes from the sun's rays. He listened to the music playing from his car and hummed along to it. Tate stood beside him guzzling a bottle of water. Dehydrated from all the running around they had done during practice. "Tom." Tate called when he had emptied the bottle.

"Mm hmm."

"Get in the car. Let's go." He tossed his gym bag in the back seat

"I'm too tired to get up."

"Fine then. I'll drive with you sitting out there."

Tom chuckled. "Sawyer did that once. Peggy was so scared. She swore she was going to kill me for driving."

Tate smirked. "How is he by the way? Haven't seen him in months."

"He's good. He came over for half the summer."

"Nice." Tom grunted and he slid off the hood. "Hey that reminds me."

"What?" He tossed his bag in the back as well and got in.

"Winstone is throwing a party after the game tomorrow night. You're going to be t