no idea. I have to listen to two sets of nasty sex happening twenty-four/seven on both sides of my wallsââ
âNasty
straight
sex,â interjected June.
âPlus the food is making me fat. Plus I hate everyone.â
âYou donât hate
me!
â said June.
âI donât mean I hate everyone at
school
,â said Casey. âMainly just everyone on my floor. Did you know most buildings donât even have a thirteenth floor? âCause itâs unlucky, you know? This floor shouldnât even exist.â
âYou should have signed up for a Carman suite like I did,â said June. âBut, whatever, at least weâre rooming together next year.â
Adam noticed Casey flinch almost imperceptibly.
âIâm just ready to start living in the real world already,â said Casey. âEnough of this sheltered-bubble stuff. Itâs, like, weâre nineteenâwe shouldnât have to be signing people in, checking in with the fucking RA about everything. And Iâm sick of not being able to drink in my room.â
âIâm gonna spend the whole fucking summer
baked
,â said June.
Adam glanced at Casey. He knew she didnât like smoking pot either. Theyâd bonded over it at least a million times.
âHell yeah!â said Casey, knuckle-bumping June.
Traitor.
âLetâs get the fuck out of here!â said Casey, and she jumped off the bed.
***
It took two trips to load all of their stuff into the cab that was waiting for them at the corner of Amsterdam and 117th. June made a big show of rolling her sleeves over her shoulders and acting all chivalrous carrying Caseyâs heavy thingsââHey, lemme get that one.â âPut that down! I got itââand didnât even thank Adam when he in turn carried down all of Juneâs heavy shit. The cabdriver didnât want anyone up front, so the three of them squished in the back with all their stuff that didnât fit in the trunk. Casey in the bitch seat.
Adam had only ridden in a cab a couple times in his life. The idea of it freaked him out. Youâre supposed to get in a car with a total stranger and just trust that theyâll take you where you want to go? All your life itâs
âNever get in a car with a stranger, never get in a car with a stranger,â
then, all of a sudden, youâre in New York and itâs
âGet in a car with a stranger!â
Casey and June were blathering on, oblivious, but if their driverâwho was currently conspiring into a headpiece in a language Adam couldnât understandâdecided he wanted to kidnap them and rape the girls (or at least Casey), it would be up to Adam to stop him. What kind of surveillance did they have on these cabs anyway? Were they connected to a GPS in some headquarters? Adam imagined a clean office with a friendly white man monitoring the cabs on a computer system. He realized if their cabdriver looked like the white man he imagined in the office, he probably wouldnât feel nervous right now. That thought made him uncomfortable though, so he decided to think about something else. He looked out the window at all the old brick buildings going byâthere were barely any brick buildings in California. It was because of earthquakes.
After a long drive through different neighborhoods and over a bridge, the cab pulled up in front of the apartment in Bushwick. Adam, Casey, and June piled out, unloaded their stuff from the trunk, and dumped it onto the sidewalk. Casey paid the driver and the cab sped off.
This was their building: 206 Scholes Street. A bunch of tough-looking guys were sprawled out on the front steps, drinking and smoking, listening to music. Adam saw them looking at him and felt dumb standing there in a huddle with Casey and June and Juneâs five-foot-tall pink flamingo lamp.
âIâm supposed to call the landlord,â said Casey, taking out her cell.