Lover Boy [Book 2]

Chapter 33

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A blue Jeep sat in the parking lot of school, and I was staring at it in AP Bio, even though I tried hard not to. My brain caught up by blurry memories and the fact that Isaac left late this morning after making them both breakfast.

"The corpus callosum is not only the largest white matter structure in the brain, but also the bridge connecting all parts of the brain to each other. The ability for all parts of the brain to communicate and to work together helps us make leaps in cognitive thinking. Any questions? Thoughts? Insight?" Mrs. Finch addresses the classroom the next day. "Parker? You usually have thoughts."

"...I completely agree." I nod quickly at her, gaining an odd look from her.

"Is there something outside that's more fascinating than the structure of the human mind?"

I shake my head. "No. I'm sorry. I just had a late night with a friend."

She nods. "Okay, good. Now, many people credit the corpus callosum, uh, for giving us a sense of intuition, gut instinct, that even we ourselves aren't aware—"

A tow truck shows up in my peripheral vision, and I shoot up. "I'm sorry, I'll be right back." I apologize and quickly grab my backpack, then run quickly out the door.

I ran outside and up to the tow truck, stopping the guy as he went to starch the chain to the front of the car. "Hey! Hey, you can't tow this Jeep!"

The driver looked down at his clipboard, then back at me. "Paperwork says I can. It's reported as abandoned."

I set a hand on the hood of the Jeep. "And now it's not."

"Oh, this is your vehicle?" He asks with an unbelieving smile.

"Does it matter?"

"Sounds like a "no." he shakes his head.

Scott ran out with Lydia following him. "It's mine! Uh, my Jeep. Thank you. I'll move it...once I get the keys...from my locker...after you leave."

"I'm sorry. Once it's on the hook..."

Lydia sighs. "Please don't say, "You're on the hook."

The driver looked slightly disappointed. "Well, I can't now..."

Scott stepped forward. "Oh, I...Okay, look, there's gotta be something that we can do. Sign something? Call someone?"

The man considers something. "Drop fee is a hundred and fifty. Cash."

"A hundred and fifty? This thing isn't even worth that much." Scott says.

I smack his back. "It is." I look at Lydia, knowing Scott didn't have the entire drop fee. "I'll pay you back."

Lydia groans in annoyance, but takes out a few bills, then hands it to the driver, who takes it and leaves happily.

"You better pay me back." Lydia told me.