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The right side of my mouth tilts up with Rachel’s immediate reply: intern in library 4 last period
Me: got the parts I need 4 your car. Come tomorrow.
Rachel: Thursday w Mom, remember?
She mentioned earlier in the week that she had plans with her mom that night.
Me: Friday, right after school.
Her: K
Because I don’t want to let her go yet: Saturday we race.
Her: :)
“Isaiah,” says Zach from the middle of the group. “You smiling?”
Yeah, guess I am. I slide my phone back into my pocket and the smile off my face. My image has kept me alive, and I play the part to perfection: badass, loyal, ready for a fight. “You staring, man?”
He raises a hand. “No offense meant. Are you taking the ASE certification next week?”
I nod and watch the second hand of the clock. Only a few more seconds until the bell.
“Some of us are worried,” Zach says. “About passing. ”
I’ve failed a lot of tests in my life, but this is the one I know I can kill. The ten guys I’ve gone through the program with since my freshman year focus on me. For most of these guys, myself included, the ASE is our key to avoid becoming minimum-wage car-wash attendants. “Holden gave us a study guide. ”
“We all know you’re gonna pass,” says Zach. That humming sensation that informs me something’s not right vibrates below my skin. Several of the guys glance cautiously at each other.
As if preparing for a fight, I widen my stance. “What’s this about?”
Most look away or shuffle back. Zach also averts his gaze, but he keeps talking. “You know it’s computerized, right?”
“Yeah. ”
“And we’ll all be in the same room?”
“Yeah. ”
“What if we could find a way where you could offer us assistance during the test?”
The muscles in my shoulders flex, and the guys closest to me take an interest in the equipment behind them. “I’ve carried your ass for four years, showing you the same shit with cars over and over again. I think that’s been enough assistance. ”
The bell rings and everyone bolts for the door—everyone but me and Zach. Cheating on this test could cost me my certification, and I will not permit anyone to fuck up my future. His shoulders slump and I head for the exit.
“Isaiah,” he says as my arm smacks into his. “I hear you’re in debt to Eric. ”
I freeze, our arms still touching. “So. ”
He shrugs, but he’s anything but uncaring. “Just repeating what I heard. Wouldn’t want things to become worse. ”
I shift so that we’re chest to chest and tilt my head so that I’m in his face. “Is that a threat?”
Zach wilts because the ass has always been a coward. “Not if you remember who your friends are. ” He slinks toward the hallway and turns at the last minute. “And if the person you were texting was Rachel, tell her I said hi. ”
Certain truths are always self-evident: on the streets there is no such thing as a friend. Zach could be playing odds right now, knowing I’m in debt to Eric and trying to ride the coattails of my fears, but Zach’s never been the creative sort.
That sick sixth sense continues to rattle around in my brain. If Zach’s become Eric’s lapdog then my life and Rachel’s life just entered another realm of complicated, because that means Eric has upped the stakes of the game.
