The Boyfriend Thief

CHAPTER 12





The headlights of my car illuminated a lone, dark figure walking down the sidewalk as I drove home from Diggity Dog House. I could only see his back, but he and the dirty orange backpack slung over one shoulder looked familiar, so I slowed down a bit.

I stopped a few feet ahead and pushed the button to roll down the passenger window.

“Why are you walking at this time of night?” I asked when Zac caught up to me and leaned down to look in the window. The bright blue numbers on my dashboard clock read 10:17.

“I had to work tonight,” Zac said. “My dad wasn’t ready to leave yet and I didn’t want to wait for him, so I decided to walk.”

“But you have a car,” I pointed out.

“Not today. My mom’s car is in the shop and so she’s driving mine. Hannah dropped me off at work this afternoon and she was supposed to come pick me up. But then she couldn’t.” He shrugged. “Really heavy study session or whatever.”

I waved a hand at the empty passenger seat. “Would you like a ride? Or do you prefer walking in the dark?”

Zac grinned. “Walking does help burn off my excess energy. But I think I’ve burned off plenty of energy working, so yes, I’d love a ride.” He opened the door and plopped down into the seat, tossing his backpack to the floor under his feet. I cringed when I remembered how dirty his shoes were. Would all the neighbors kill me if I vacuumed my car at midnight?

I pulled away from the curb as Zac looked around my Honda, inspecting the gleaming interior and plastic seat covers.

“How long have you had this car?” Zac asked.

“Since I got my license last year,” I said. “It’s used, but it’s in pretty good condition.”

“It’s in perfect condition. It still has that new car smell.”

“Oh, I clean it a lot,” I said, shrugging. “It didn’t look this good when I bought it.”

Zac tapped the seat cover. “Let me guess, the plastic is your doing?” I glanced over and saw him grinning impishly at me.

“I don’t want anyone spilling stuff on my seats,” I said. “You can never be too careful. And on that note, eating and drinking inside the car is strictly prohibited. That’s rule number one for all passengers in my car.”

“You should live a little.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Taking the plastic off my seats and risking stains is living a little?”

“Stains tell a story,” Zac said, waving his arms as he spoke. “My car is full of random stains.”

This I didn’t doubt at all. I could imagine the mess that must have been Zac Greeley’s car.

“There’s this stain on my driver’s seat from the day I had the best cherry-lime-grape slushie ever.”

“Cherry-lime-grape?” I asked, shuddering. “Sounds disgusting.”

“Not if I make it. It’s an art and you have to have the right amount of cherry to lime to grape ratio. Anyway, I spilled some of it in my lap on my way back home and that stain is there to remind me every day of how awesome that particular slushie was.”

I wrinkled my nose. “You may like your belongings stained and dirty, but I value cleanliness and organization. I’ll keep my car slushie-free, thank you.”

There were only a few cars on the road as I turned a corner and pulled into the subdivision where Zac lived. The streetlights every few yards cast shadows across the dashboard as I drove, illuminating Zac’s face in the corner of my eye for a moment.

“Let me guess, you were the kid all the other parents told their kids to be more like, right?” Zac asked me. “You had the perfectly clean room, with all your toys put away as soon as you were done playing, and you happily did all your chores.”

My hands tightened on the steering wheel and I stared straight ahead as I drove. The sting in the corners of my eyes warned me not to look at Zac or risk letting him see my weakness. “Actually no. I used to be messy and disorganized. My dad always threatened to throw out all of my toys if I didn’t clean my room up every now and then.”

I could feel Zac’s eyes on me, as if he didn’t believe that and was looking for a sign that I was lying.

“What happened?” he asked after a moment. He patted my shoulder. “Brain transplant, right?”

My laugh came out like a snort. “That’s not even possible outside of science fiction.”

“You never know what secrets the government is hiding from us. So, really, what happened to the messy Avery of yesteryear?”

“Well...my mom left.”

Zac sucked in a deep breath. “Oh,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

I was thankful for the darkness. At least that way I didn’t have to see the look of pity I knew he was giving me right then. Everyone gave me that look, which was why I never talked about my mom except when necessary.

“It’s fine,” I told him. “But when she left, I started cleaning and organizing. And then I figured out that made me feel better.”

Zac’s fingers tapped out a soft beat on his knee. “You felt in control,” he said. “You couldn’t control your mom’s leaving, so organizing everything else in your life gave you some back.”

I sucked my lower lip between my teeth, silent for a moment as I drove on. Who knew Zac Greeley was an amateur psychologist in disguise?

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said at last.

The conversation was getting too heavy for my comfort. I needed to turn the focus away from me. “So, what’s the deal with your job? Your dad wants you to take over the business, but you don’t want to?”

Zac’s fingers stopped tapping and lay still on his knee. “That’s basically the deal. My grandfather started Greeley Lock and Key like fifty years ago. My dad runs it now and his dream is to pass it on to me because I got lucky enough to be born his only son. So I have to work there a few days a week after school and on weekends. My dad hopes if he forces me to spend time there, eventually I’ll grow to love it.”

“But you don’t want to be a locksmith,” I said. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t want to tell you,” Zac said, leaning his head back against the seat.

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll think it’s stupid. Hannah thinks it’s stupid.”

Being compared to Hannah felt like a punch to the gut. “I promise I won’t think it’s stupid.”

He extended his right hand toward me, pinky out. “Pinky swear?”

“You seriously want me to pinky swear?”

“Yes, or else I’m not telling you a thing.”

I lifted one hand from the steering wheel to hook pinkies. “I haven’t done this since like the fourth grade, you know.”

“Pinky swears are still one of the last bonds people know not to break,” Zac told me. “Think about it. Have you ever broken a pinky swear?”

I could only remember one major pinky swear, between Hannah, Elliott, and me. When we were six, we pinky swore to always be best friends and tell each other everything.

“Not that I recall,” I said, pushing the memory away. “Now quit changing the subject. What is this top secret dream of yours?”

He sucked in a deep breath before saying quickly, “I want to be a comedian.”

I glanced over to find him looking at me. “Seriously?” I asked.

“There’s nothing serious about a comedian,” Zac said. “That’s against the rules of comedy. But yeah, that’s what I want to do. I even do a few routines down at the Rose Castle. My dad would not approve, which is why he doesn’t know about it.”

“I didn’t know the Rose Castle had a comedy show.”

Zac nodded. “Oh, yeah. Every Saturday night.”

How was it possible I didn’t know this about a place that I went to often?

“Are you going to keep it a secret forever?” I asked. “You don’t exactly look happy working in a locksmith store.”

“Maybe not forever,” Zac admitted, “but for the next forty years or so, yes. My dad’s under a lot of stress. The store isn’t doing well and he’s been getting these offers from developers wanting to buy out the land and tear down the shop.”

We had reached Zac’s house and I pulled over to the curb in front of it. A few lights were on inside, casting golden squares onto the darkened lawn.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

Zac stared at the shadowy house, his mouth turned into a slight frown. “My dad thinks the shop is like a family legacy or something. He doesn’t want to give it up and he’s hoping I’ll keep it running. But I’m not exactly the son he dreamed of. My dad says I lack focus and ambition.”

“You,” I said, turning in my seat to look at him, “do not lack ambition. I’ve been your business partner for two weeks and already I’ve seen ambition pouring out of you. You have so much of it I can barely keep up.”

Zac’s eyes sparkled in the light of the streetlamp across the street. “You should tell my dad that. Or Hannah.”

My smile faded at the mention of Hannah again. “She doesn’t think you have ambition either?”

“Hannah believes I think life is a big joke and can’t get serious about anything.” He shrugged. “I think Hannah spends too much time taking things seriously. She’s so worried about being number one and being the best at everything she does. No offense. I know you worry about those things too, but there’s more to life, you know? She doesn’t care about the reasons for being valedictorian, she only cares about the glory.”

“Can I ask you something?” I said. “It’s probably none of my business and you can tell me off for it, but I have to ask.”

“Okay,” Zac said slowly, eying me curiously.

“Why are you with Hannah?” I would never have asked the question any other time, but here in the darkness of my car, when we were the only two people around, the words couldn’t help coming out. “You two aren’t anything alike and she’s so…unlike you.” I didn’t want to say all the words that I could think of to describe Hannah. She was still Zac’s girlfriend.

Zac tapped his fingers on his knee. “I guess we suit each other. Hannah pushes me to try harder. I could easily slack off on all of the ideas I have, but Hannah helps me organize myself and get focused. And I guess I help Hannah to not be so serious and driven all the time. It works. Or at least, it works sometimes.”

“Only sometimes?”

“I don’t know. Things are weird lately.” He paused for such a long time that I thought maybe he wasn’t going to say anymore. But then he said, “She’s so serious now, much worse than before. She cancels our plans at the last minute so she can study.”

“It doesn’t sound like she’s a very good girlfriend,” I commented.

Zac shrugged. “She’s not always so bad.”

“You shouldn’t let her treat you like that,” I told him. “Why don’t you just break up with her if she does all that?”

“Because you don’t just walk away from someone when things get tough,” Zac said. “You find a way to stick it out and figure out what’s gone wrong.”

His words echoed through my head. Because you don’t just walk away from someone when things get tough. Walking away was the thing I knew best. It was too difficult to work through the hard times.

“Anyway, it wasn’t always like this and I have to hope it’ll get better. She just lets her mom put too much pressure on her and it’s stressing her out. A person needs to take time to have fun in between all the studying and succeeding.”

It felt as if his words were directed at me, although I knew he was talking about Hannah. “I have fun,” I said.

Zac tapped the plastic seat cover. “Oh, yeah, I can tell you’re barrels of fun, Avery James. What are you doing tomorrow, shrink wrapping your couch?”

I gave him a playful punch in the arm. “If you don’t watch it, I’ll shrink wrap you. Rule number two, don’t make fun of my seat covers. Now get out of my car and go study.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Zac opened the door and practically spilled out of the car, dragging his backpack behind him. He leaned back down and looked in at me, smiling. “Thanks for the ride.”

I smiled back. “You’re welcome. But if you make fun of my seat covers again you’ll be walking next time.”

“I’m making it my mission to get you to throw out those seat covers,” Zac told me.

I shook my head. “Impossible.”

“We’ll see.”

I remembered suddenly what I had been hired to do. I hadn’t once considered flirting with Zac the entire time he’d been in my car. I was the worst boyfriend thief ever and if things didn’t change soon, I’d never make it to Costa Rica.

“Hey,” I called. When he leaned down to look into the window at me, I said, “Next time you perform at that diner, let me know. I’d like to see your comedy routine.”

His grin lit up his whole face. “It’s a date.” With that, he bounded across the grass, swinging his backpack in one arm as he moved. When he reached the front door, he turned around to give me a big wave before disappearing into the house.