My Brother's Best Friend

5--Ally

Ally's POV

"Alright...now get in," my brother ordered me, and I silently obeyed. I sighed, wondering what Mitch was going to say to me. Judging by his rudeness, he obviously was not in a very good mood. And that did not lead to happy thoughts.
He quickly got in, himself, and started the car almost instantly after he was buckled.
I sighed as we pulled away from the school, and Mitch glared at the road as we drove. It was quiet. Too quiet.
"Well?! What did you want to talk about?" I almost shouted at him. He turned to me, and surprisingly calmly replied, "My friends." I swallowed and nodded, waiting for him to continue.
"Frankly, I really was not planning on you coming to get pizza with us, tonight," he said so quietly, it was barely over a whisper. I clenched my jaw. "Me neither...." Mitch tapped his fingers against the steering wheel. "I know. Tyler was...well, he was way out of line to ask you."
I bit hard on my lip, holding back my anger. Instead of telling him off, I decided to wait a little longer. I frustratedly nodded slightly.
Mitch quickly went on, "Football is supposed to be my thing, Ally! Not yours! These guys understand me. They're my friends. I already share a lot with you. Why can't these guys be the one thing I DON'T share with you?"
My mouth dropped wide open. Okay, that was IT. My brother couldn't just say something like that and have remaining calm. "Wow Mitch, seriously?!" I kept going before he could respond.
"I just got a freaking invitation from one of the guys to go get pizza. I accepted! What the heck is wrong with that?!"
Mitch tapped his fingers against the steering wheel again, impatiently. "Lots of things! Like I said, these guys are my friends! You don't even know them! Why would you even accept an invitation to go somewhere with strangers?"
I rolled my eyes, genuinely annoyed with this guy. "Oh my gosh, they are not strangers, Mitch! You hang out with them, for crying out loud! And it's not like I would be there alone. And I know James!"
Mitch shook his head, angrily. He and I had had fights in the past, but I couldn't remember having one this bad.
I clenched my teeth and stared at the road. I knew that I wasn't going to get my way yet again. Mitch ALWAYS got his way. "Look...I don't care. Just take me home. Then you can have all your little friends all to yourself."
Mitch's face suddenly seemed to lose all of its anger. He quickly made a right turn, in the direction of our house.
I couldn't believe this. Shouldn't my older brother be the one giving in? At least this ONCE? And he didn't even look sorry! Actually, he looked pretty happy right about now.
I didn't even care. I was already looking forward to my nice, inviting room. I felt like crying. The only good part that came out of all of this was being able to see James for at least a little while.
We pulled up at our house shortly after, and he stopped to let me out. I cleared my throat, because I was already beginning to choke up. "Have fun," I managed to squeak out as I darted into the house. As soon as I closed the door, I heard Mitch speed away.
I immediately ran directly to my room, and slammed the door shut behind me. I threw myself onto my bed and buried my face into my pillow.
This was unbelievable. It was totally unfair as to how selfish and horrid Mitch had been. Never had things been so...bad between us. He hadn't ever been that horrible in all his life.
Come to think of it, it had all seemed to start when he had started football. Coming home later, swearing more often , and just general rudeness toward everyone.
It worried me to think how much Mitch's friends had influenced him, this year. There had to be a reason, but what? Could it be the people he had begun to hang out with? Maybe I was glad I hadn't gone with them to that dumb pizza place.
I turned around in my bed so that I was facing the the window. "Oh God," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Please help him." and then, my eyes couldn't seem to hold the water in any longer, do I let the tears fall.