Narc

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Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-03-01T16:00:00+00:00

14 Crazy Good

We drove back to the apartment. I stretched the rubber band around my wrist and stared out the window, watching the headlights gobble up the dark. The girls were going to see my place, the dirty laundry, Mom’s beer bottles, and wonder why I was camping in the living room.

I twisted the rubber band so tight, I lost circulation. By the time we pulled up to the apartment on Thirtythird, I wondered if it was over. Finch had probably shown and left. I seriously doubted that he would wait.

“This is your place?” Skully asked. “I mean, you actually live here?”

I nodded.

“Sweet,” she said.

A thin rectangle of light cut across the grass. Mom stood there, hands on her hips. I could tell she’d been drinking.

“What’s the deal, mister?” she asked.

“Everything’s cool, Mom,” I told her. Another lie.

My oh-so-exciting Saturday nights were usually spent in front of the computer, playing Call of Duty. No doubt, Mom was curious about my new friends.

Morgan got out and wobbled next to me on the sidewalk. “This was definitely a journey,” she said, slow and thick. She had started to come around again, shaking her head and saying things like, “I’m flailing hardcore.”

“As mellow as you are,” I said, “you can be a total psycho.”

“I know,” she whispered. “You better bust out some crazy good weed later.”

Hopefully, Mom didn’t hear that part.

“Wait,” Morgan said. “This isn’t your house, is it?”

Before I could make up an excuse, Mom beckoned us inside. “Don’t just stand there like a bunch of damn criminals.”

This was already getting embarrassing. I flinched. “Give us a second, okay?”

Mom looked at her watch. “Okay. Time’s up.”

“Oh, my God.” Skully laughed like this was the funniest thing ever. “Your mom’s hilarious, Double A.”

“Now there’s a lady with a sense of humor,” Mom said.

“Damn straight.”

“Can’t pull the wool over your ice. That’s what the Marx brothers used to say. You wouldn’t know them. They were before your time.”

“Are you kidding?” Skully said. “I freaking love the one where Harpo pretends to be Groucho in a mirror.”

Mom grinned. “We’re going to be good friends.”

The girls’ heels clattered across the lobby’s hardwood floors. Except it wasn’t really hardwood. More like particleboard. This was majorly awkward.

“Watch for nails,” said Mom. “They tore out the carpets last week.”

“Smells rank,” said Brent.

Upstairs, the stink was even worse: moldy wallpaper and leftover chicken chow mein. Mom unlocked the door. Everybody ran around, checking out the digs.

“Nice space. It needs more fabric elements, though. Where do you sleep?” Skully asked.

“Here.” I unfolded my bed from the wall.

“Yo. That’s old school,” said Brent, flopping into it. “Did it come with the original stains?”

“Um. No. That’s actually an old futon mattress. This place is just temporary… until my mom gets her nursing degree.” I was rambling now. Beyond embarrassed.

Morgan looked more alive now. She was taking pictures with her cell phone, documenting my laundry piles. Was there any chance that Finch would show up late? After what I’d seen tonight, I hated him more than ever.

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