Boyfriend Points

Zack

Two Years Ago.

"Dude, I'm telling you, Storm could kick the Wolverines butt any day and he definitely knows it." Dean yelled as he picked up one of his comic books and shoved it in mine and Fred's faces.

Fred and I shared a look before Fred snatched the comic book from Dean's hands. "And how many times do we have to tell you that we," he pointed at himself, then at me, "don't care about your stupid cartoon characters."

Dean looked like Fred had just insulted his grandmother and trust me, I knew that look.

He snatched the comic book back and frantically flattened it.

"Doesn't limited edition mean anything to you, heathens?" He yelled at us.

"Good question, Vasquez." A deeper and louder voice brought us to our attention. Fred, Dean and I jumped out of the back of the truck we had all been lounging in.

The man with the dark hair cut in a buzz cut and closely trimmed salt and pepper beard narrowed his eyes at us.

"What were you boys doing?" He asked.

"Nothing." We all replied at the same time.

"Exactly my point." Wright spoke. "I didn't hire you three to lounge around in here all day. Mr Troy, what does it say on your overalls?" He demanded.

Fred looked down at the customary red overalls before looking back at Mr Wright. "Uh... it says Fred Troy."

I fought the urge to slap my forehead.

Mr Wright shook his head. "Not your name, son, I'm talking about the logo."

"Oh," Fred spoke, "It reads Wright's Car repair."

"Very good, Mr Troy." Mr Wright spoke. "Now, they're a lot of cars to fix and you three are supposed to be helping - except you, Mr Vasquez, Er... you stick to just washing the cars for now." He spoke.

Fred and I stifled our laughter. There was an incident in which Dean created a whole lot more problems for a car that came in for a simple paint job.

"Now, all of you, go do your jobs!" He ordered.

"Yes sir." We all responded before scrambling away.

"Except you, Mr Andrews." He called before I could escape.

"Ooh, someone's in trouble." Fred snickered. I shot him a glare before turning to head towards Mr Wright.

But seriously, what had I done now?

I didn't mind Mr Wright. He was a pretty decent guy who appreciated hard work and I couldn't be mad at that. The only problem I really had with him was his insistence to act like a father figure to me.

He knew my father and hence he knew my situation. Him giving me this job when I was only fourteen was his way of keeping me out of trouble I guess.

"Hey, Andrews, how are you doing?"

I shrugged. He always asked this question, then he would ask about my mother and our home life. I always gave the same response, "same old, same old."

He nodded. I knew he was still waiting for the day I'd be completely honest and open with him.

Sorry Mr Wright, that day will probably never come. I got used to handling things by myself. I didn't exactly need or want outside help.

"Okay, son, well I have a little job for you. You see, my daughter just moved in with me."

I knew that Mr Wright had two girls, a girl from his first wife whom I had never met and Hailey, his little girl from his second wife, Beverly.

"That's great." I told him.

I knew how he hardly ever got to see his daughter after the divorce. I had heard my mother talking about it with Analise when I was younger.

"Yeah." Mr Wright responded but he didn't look to sure about the answer. "So far, she hates it."

Well who could blame her? Whatever place she cane from was probably much better than our small, boring town.

"That's too bad." I spoke even though I didn't know what this had to do with me.

Mr Wright placed a hand on my shoulder. "I was hoping you could help with that."

Oh no.

"What am I supposed to do, sir? I'm not exactly the life of the party."

"I just want Cindy to make at least one friend before she starts school. It will be so much easier for her."

Oh no.

"With all due respect, Mr Wright, I'm not exactly the most social person either - why don't you ask -"

"I trust you, Zack." He let out. "I want you to get to know her."

He must not have gotten the memo that I was apparently the 'bad boy' of the town.

I sighed. "Fine. Mr Wright. I'll do it."

His face brightened. "Great, she's just outside, go say hi."

I knew that wasn't a request, it was a demand.

I grabbed a towel and wiped my hands on it as I headed out the front entrance.

I immediately spotted a baby blue convertible parked out front and a brunette haired girl standing in front of it, frowning slightly. She was on the phone.

She wore a short denim skirt and large sunglasses covered her eyes.

As I got closer, I could hear part of her conversation.

" ... I mean totally, I'm stuck in this boring town with my dad and the step monster and don't get me started on how I haven't seen not even one spa yet."

I didn't even know her but I could immediately tell she was one of those barbie types that I definitely wouldn't get along with at all.

" I know right, boo, but at least daddy is willing to buy me whatever I want. I'm telling you, he's so determined to suck up to me so that I like it here enough to stay -"

I cleared my throat.

The girl turned around and whipped off her sunglasses. I couldn't help but stare at her face. Okay, Mr Wright's daughter was gorgeous. Large brown eyes and pink full lips adorned her roundish face, there was a small beauty mark right beside her lip.

She gave this sort of mischievous smile.

"TTYL, boo, turns out, there is some male real estate around here." She hung up her call and gave me her full attention.

I tried to fight the urge to roll my eyes.

"Hi, I'm Zack."

She bit the edge of her sunglasses seductively. "My dad told me about you, you're supposed to be like my warden here or something, right?"

I forced a smile. "More like 'friend for hire'." I replied dryly.

She smirked. "And here I thought there wasn't a sarcastic soul in sight. I can finally feel at home. Zack, I think we'll be great friends."

And even though I had been determined on not liking her, something about that smile just made me melt.

"I'm not very good at making friends." I told her.

"Me neither." She shrugged. "Sounds like a match made in teenage heaven."