In Harmony - Page 25
I walked out and shut the door, cutting off whatever piece of life advice he’d been about to lay on me.
The hallways were empty. No one saw me as I walked out of George Mason High, leaving all my shit in my locker, and crossed the parking lot to my Dodge. I started the engine but let it idle, not knowing which direction to go, which road to take.
Pops would expect me to work at our dying business, but there was no money there. I doubted Martin could afford a full-time guy at the theater. I could probably work for an auto shop in Braxton, make some decent money to grow my pathetic savings account…
I glanced back at George Mason.
“So fucking what?” I said, as if speaking the words could solidify them in my heart. “There’s nothing at that school I give a shit about.”
Willow Holloway…
Of course, a beautiful girl like that shows up three days before I get kicked out. I didn’t know her and she didn’t know me, but she was the first bright thing in my shitty world outside of the stage. There was never going to be anything there, but I’d started to look forward to sitting next to her in English class. My eyes followed her everywhere, and they immediately saw how Ted and his gang scared her shitless.
Fucking Ted Bowers. He’d looked at Willow like she was a meal he was going to devour. Was entitled to devour. I’d wanted to slug his obscene smile but I restrained myself until Ted made a comment about my mom and my control snapped.
I lit a cigarette and flexed my aching knuckles. Getting kicked out school made me feel like shit. But I punched Ted Bowers for both my mother and Willow Holloway, and that made it bearable.
I put the truck in drive and tore out of the parking lot.
Back at the trailer, I parked in the yard but didn’t get out. The idea of going inside and confronting Pops made me so goddamn weary. He’d been bitching at me to quit school and work more, but getting kicked out was just going to give him an excuse to vent his bottomless well of rage.
Instead of heading inside, I walked over dirty snow and slush toward the eastern edge of the property. At the semi truck tire, I tapped a fresh pack of Winstons on the heel of my hand. A low voice stopped me. It was only nine in the morning but Benny was under the overturned truck, rapping in a soft, sing-song tone under his breath.
I tucked the cigarettes away and whistled. Benny peeked out from under the truck, and took the earbuds out of his ears, his eyes widening.
“Yo, Isaac. What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same.” I fixed him a hard look. “Why aren’t you in school?”
He stared right back. “Why aren’t you?”
I jammed my freezing fingers into the pockets of my jacket. “I’m done. I’m going to take the GED instead.”
Benny came out from under the truck. “You’re dropping out.”
“I’m nineteen,” I said. “I’m an adult. It’s the right thing to do. You, on the other hand, are ditching and could get your mom in trouble for truancy.”
He scowled, but I saw the guilt in his eyes. “I didn’t feel like going.” He tugged at the hem of the jacket I’d gotten for him. “When you got no money, you can get ragged for wearing new stuff as much as for old stuff.”
“Uh huh. You do this a lot?”
“No.”
“That the truth?”
“It’s the truth,” he said, and I believed him. It was our thing—me and this thirteen-year-old kid and our weird friendship. We were honest with each other, no matter what.
I took a seat on the semi-truck tire. Benny sat beside me.
“So what happened?” he asked.
“I punched a guy.”
Benny’s dark eyes widened to show the whites. “You did? Who? Why?”
“Some asshole was giving a new girl a hard time.”
“Ohh, a girl?” He nudged my arm.
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