“Meaning what?”
He just laughs, then speeds out of the parking lot. Finn pushes the girl off his lap and takes off, going just as fast.
“What was that about?” Calvin asks.
“I’m guessing that was their attempt at an insult, implying we don’t know how to kiss.” I roll my eyes as I gun the engine and take off. “They’re such assholes.”
“Then why are you always talking to them?”
“I don’t talk to them. I stay away from them.”
“Not Briggs. You’ve been talking to him all week.”
I glance at Calvin, wondering if I shouldn’t be giving him a ride. “Have you been watching me?”
“No, I just noticed you were talking to him.”
“Talking to him doesn’t mean I’m friends with him. He’s been giving me shit since we got back from break and I’m trying to get him to back down.”
“What kind of shit?”
“I don’t want to talk about it. You said to go left?” I ask, turning out of the parking lot.
“Yeah, and keep going for about five miles. I’ll tell you when to turn.” He looks out the side window. “Sorry about this. I didn’t know who else to ask. I’ll give you gas money.”
“Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind. So what happened to the car?”
“I don’t know. It just wouldn’t start.”
“Is it new? I don’t remember you having a Ferrari.”
“I got it for Christmas,” he mutters. He doesn’t sound very excited about it. Most people would be thrilled to get a gift like that.
“Why a Ferrari? Trying to get girls?” I say in a kidding tone, giving him a smile.
“No.” His jaw tightens, and I notice his hand clenching up. “It was from my father. He picked it out.”
“And you don’t like it?”
He just shrugs. I guess that means he didn’t want it. Why would his dad give him a car he doesn’t want? Seems like a waste of money.
“You said your dad’s out of town?”
He nods. “In Germany. He won’t be back for a week.”
“What about your mom? Did she go with him?”
“They’re divorced. She lives in Australia.”
“Really? That’s a long ways away. How often do you see her?”
“Never.” He stares out the window. “She has a new family. New kids.”
“Oh.” I feel like I shouldn’t have asked. He seemed uptight just talking about her, and now he’s nervously tapping his hand on the side of the door.
“He’s gonna fucking kill me,” Calvin mutters.
“You mean your dad?”
