waiting on the porch for me, arms crossed, leaning against one of the posts. Exactly like she said sheâd be doing for at least the next two weeks. Special torture treatment after my weekend.
Frickinâ brilliant.
The bike slowed just past me, and I smelled citrus. Then a flash of green caught my eye as he stopped in the driveway in front of Roxâs pottery shop.
âKyle! The shoes!â He was actually wearing them. After that morning, Iâd sort of thought he might not, and honestly it would have really pissed me off. It wasnât the easiest job to goin search of the perfect Kyle shoesâespecially because I didnât know him all that well with the whole barely talking thing he had going on. And theyâd pretty much wiped this monthâs allowance.
âYeah. Uh.â He turned to face me.
âNow you need to scuff the shit out of them, okay? Otherwise youâll look like a total poseur.â Even I could see how bright the rubber was. Not good.
His eyes almost, almost met mine, but he stared down again.
âSo, you like âem?â
He started to scuff, a black mark from our driveway marring the pristine rubber. âTheyâre the color of your glasses from that night.â
I grinned. A whole sentence. Aces. âYeah. Funny. These seemed like good Kyle shoes. Theyâre one of those limited-edition Converse colors.â
âHuh.â Silence. Painful, awkward silence.
âYouâve got some serious issues, Kyle. Iâm cool with this. People with issues are good. I need to surround myself with people crazier than me. Youâre totally a safe bet.â I reached out and punched his arm.
He didnât react.
Unfortunately, Tess and Mira only dressed like they had issuesâmost of their act was bullshit, but they could both play, so I let it slide. Kyle seemed to be pretty seriously messed up.
We definitely had to be friends. Even quiet, he wasnât boring.
âWait.â I looked up and down the street. âYou donât normally go home this way, do you?â
His eyes widened a bit before he stared at the ground again, and his head shook once.
WORDS. I had to get the guy to use some words .
Rox cleared her throat. âNo friends, Hailey.â And she even used her authority voice.
Hell.
âThis is Acquaintance Kyle, but I think maybe almost Friend Kyle. You donât need to worry about him. Heâs, like, one of the good guys. I mean . . .â I narrowed my eyes at him and leaned in âcause I knew it made him uncomfortable. âThere could be an ax murderer in there somewhere, but he did leave the awesomeness of Portugal. The Man early when I couldnât find Tess.â
That comment, and the shoes, were about as much thank-you as he was going to get from me, so I figured a bit of flattery couldnât hurt. I also knew I made him uncomfortable. I wasnât blind enough not to see that. Probably I shouldnât have enjoyed making him squirm.
Rox sighed. âThank you again, Kyle.â
âNo problem.â
I let my gasp be heard. âReally? âNo problemâ to her and a series of head shakes for me? Wait. You came home this way to show me you had the shoes on.â It was good. Great. âThatwas very awesome of you, Kyle.â I slugged him on the shoulder again. âYouâre, like, blossoming already.â
âI gotta get home.â He started to push off.
âWait.â I jogged a few steps so he couldnât get too far away. âThe list?â
âUh.â
I touched his forearm and he shrank back. Serious issues. âThe list. In or out?â
âIâm in,â he mumbled before he started pedaling as if heâd robbed a bank.
Though a bike was a pretty dumbass way to rob a bank. Still, it was a cool picture. Kyle, in his bright green shoes, money bags on his back, cops chasing him. And he was in. I was going to get to learn a lot
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