216 Chapter 216

Watching Brandon eat pizza is sort of like watching an Olympic sport. You ask yourself a half dozen times how is one person actually able to do something of his magnitude? Like those guys who can swallow thirty hotdogs in two minutes, or whatever those crazy contests are, Brandon can eat pizza like no one I've ever seen before, and that's saying something because Lucy Burk can really put away some cheese pizza.

"I'm going to win you one of those plushes before this night is over," he vowed, wiping his hands on a napkin.

"Maybe you should leave them greased up," I suggested. "Maybe it'll make you faster."

He narrowed his eyes at me only momentarily, like it took him a second to tell if I was joking. "You know that no one ever wins anything here, right?" he said for the hundredth time.