Team

One thing I didn't account for or thought would be a problem was my team. It just slipped my mind, or maybe I thought Zeke would handle it. But, as soon as I walked into the club room with Noah, the place got quiet. Most of the guys were there, yet no one spoke. 

Noah narrowed his eyes and pushed me along to our own spot. He glared at them. "If any of you dare to ask for an autograph, I won't hesitate to beat you up."

"You and what army, squirt?" Garret laughed, making a few others chuckle as well. 

"I'm serious, Garret." Noah stood in front of me, completely protective. "It's been a long day of being surrounded and being asked the same dumb questions. If Jake could really get his autograph, why would that douchebag publicly deny having a brother? He's just a piece of trash."