“Yeah! I’ll see you on Sunday and Monday!” The embarrassment was becoming debilitating.
I watched as he rode away, not sure of what just happened or of anything that I had said. Was I already at the dentist, because I sure as hell felt like I was on laughing gas? This would’ve been another opportune moment to have a cell phone. I had to call Claire as soon as I got home. There was so much to analyze. There was something to analyze!
Avery rode his bike down Cascade Ave. How many times had he just said “cool?” Ugh. Too many. Well, at least she’d talked to him. Sort of. He was having a hard time actually remembering what they’d talked about in between all the times he’d said cool. I am such a massive dork.
This was all Jason’s fault. Avery had been perfectly fine admiring Zellie from afar, checking her out on the sly during youth group. Every day he looked forward to 6th period Humanities, the one class where they had a reverse alphabetical seating chart and he sat behind her, allowing him to fantasize about gently sweeping her hair to the side and kissing her neck.
Staring and wanting and longing were things he was comfortable with, but Jason said he was acting like a little girl. When he had threatened to tell Zellie that Avery was in love with her if he didn’t at least say hi to her before her birthday party, Avery could’ve killed him. But, he had to admit, it had gone better than he thought it would.
Oh God, he couldn’t believe he’d touched her. Twice. Where did that impulse come from? Fear of exposure had made him brave. He wished he could have held onto to her wrist forever. She hadn’t pulled away from him either, so that was saying something. Ugh. What was that saying? That she was being polite? That she’d wanted him to touch her? He hadn’t really given her a choice. It seemed like it was okay with her. It was okay. Everything was cool. Ugh!
Skidding to a stop on the sidewalk in front of his dad’s insurance office, he hopped off his bike and propped it up against the building. Every day after school when he didn’t have practice or a game he had to help his dad at work. He did the crappy jobs, like emptying the trash and cleaning out the coffee pot, while his friends got to hang out at each other’s houses and play video games.
The cow bell clanked as Avery walked through the glass door that read “Adams Insurance” in curly old fashioned script.
His dad looked up from his desk, near the back wall of the small storefront. “Did you lock up your bike or leave it out there so that anyone walking by could take it for a spin?”
Avery flung his backpack down on the floor next to the old black leather sofa that used to be in their living room at home. It now occupied the “waiting area” in his dad’s office, even though it was only about five feet from his desk. “No one’s gonna take it, Dad.” Avery flopped onto the sofa, slouching down low so that his dad had to look over the stack of files on his desk to see him.
“This may be a small town, but that doesn’t mean that bad things don’t happen. If that were the case, I’d be out of a job. Go lock it up.” He finished filling out a stack of forms he had been working on and tossed them into his “out” box.
Avery rose from the couch with incredible slowness, as if moving at a more reasonable pace would kill him.
“All right Mr. Wiseass, instead of locking up your bike why don’t you go pick up our suits from the dry cleaners.” His dad shifted forward in his chair and pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his khakis.
Avery froze in mid-sloth. “Why are our suits at the dry cleaners? Did someone die?”
“No, someone did not die. I thought we should look nice for Zellie Wells’ birthday party next weekend. Plus, it’s been awhile since we’ve had our suits cleaned.” He flipped a twenty toward his son. It floated in the space between them for a split second and then fell at Avery’s feet.
He bent down and picked it up, cramming it into his jeans pocket. “Why do I have to wear a suit, anyways? I’m going to look like a total dork. Jason’s dad isn’t going to make him--”
“Jason’s dad doesn’t make him do anything and that’s why Jason is a spoiled brat. You are wearing a suit because you’re going to be in church and because I’m wearing a suit. End of discussion. You better get over there. They close early on Fridays.”
Avery grabbed his backpack and slung it over his left shoulder. “How am I supposed to carry two suits on my bike?”
“You’ll think of something.” He pulled a stack of papers from his “in” box and began filling them out.
I hope you enjoyed this excerpt from Glimpse, the first book in the Zellie Wells trilogy by Stacey Wallace Benefiel. For more information on Stacey and her other books, visit http://staceywallacebenefiel.com.
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