“How do you owe sobody a thousand dollars?” I didn’t need to ask about the car. Everybody in school had heard about Vaughn crashing Sean’s car.
I’d heard three different versions of that story and I’m mostly unaware of the school rumor mill.
“Last year was a wild year,” Vaughn said.
On the sidewalk in front of us, Sean got into the passenger seat of a red jeep. He gave Vaughn the finger as the jeep drove off.
“For you,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said, “for . My parents gave a pretty big allowance and weren’t paying much attention to what I did with it. So I spent a lot of it on parties and sotis when I was out of cash, I borrowed.”
“You borrowed a thousand dollars?”
“Not all at once. Just when Sean added it all up, you know? And he’s not the only guy I owe money to. I could have paid it back, but then my parents cut off my allowance and sent to rehab.”
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“Who else do you owe?”
“Look, I didn’t co here to tell you everything I ever did wrong. I ca here to apologize. I’m sorry I broke in. I’m sorry you had to take ho. That’s it.”
He stood up and started walking back up the stairs and into the school. I hurried to keep up with him, passing under Central High’s arched doorway. I didn’t want to risk a fight (what with him being a walking electrical outlet and being out of costu), but so things still bothered .
We walked past the glassed in trophy display case on one side and the windows into the computer lab on the other.
“Vaughn,” I said, still a couple steps behind him in the hall, “Why now? If you wanted power, you had all sumr. What were you waiting for?”
So yeah, brilliant move. Instead of leaving a guy who may the ability to electrocute alone, I go and point out to him that logically he should have broken into Grandpa’s house earlier.
He stopped and turned to face . It may have just been my imagination, but I thought I saw sothing arc up his forearm from his right hand.
“They told I had a week to get them more of Grandpa’s stuff or else, you know, they’d—they never said, but it sounded like they were going to go after my parents next.”
“Wait a second, you were breaking in to steal sothing?”
“I wasn’t stealing anything. I was breaking in to get the power to protect myself.”
“Why didn’t you call the police?”
“It’s not that simple,” he said and opened the door that led to the school locker rooms. Central has special locker rooms for people on a sports team. Both the athletes’ lockers and the regular lockers are part of a 70’s era addition and include a lot of cinderblock painted blue and yellow, but the athletes’ locker rooms have bigger lockers.
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The athletes’ locker room slls of BenGay and sweat soaked athletic uniforms. It was empty—except for Coach Michaelson.
Coach Michaelson is also known as Mr. Michaelson, one of the math teachers. I always liked him, but being cross country coach struck as a bit of a blow off job. So far as I can tell, ninety percent of it was saying, “Today we’re going to run six miles. Go out and have a great ti.”
Granted, it’s not always six miles, but it’s basically the sa line.
“You’re late,” he said, “but it’s OK. Everyone else is already gone, but you guys can buddy up and do a four mile run. Have fun.”
He wrote sothing on his clipboard and left.
Vaughn and I put on our sweats and walked out of the locker room into the gym. From there we stepped outside, exiting through big tal doors to the track behind the school.
We didn’t talk while running warm up laps. Then we left the school grounds to do the run. Central High was in the middle of the city so we did a lot of our training on the road.
It was a decent day for running. The skies were blue. The temperature wasn’t too hot or too cold. Goldilocks would have been pleased.
A couple blocks into the run I asked Vaughn, “Who are ‘they?' I an seriously, you make it sound like the n in Black or the Mafia.”
We were leaving downtown, passing into old neighborhoods of Victorian houses, wooden hos with towers and turrets.
“A couple guys who were hanging out at the parties I went to. After my parents cut off my allowance, they gave a few loans.”
“And all they wanted was your grandfather’s stuff? That’s crazy.”
Vaughn stopped running. When he replied, he was almost shouting at . “You don’t know what it was like. Sean and everyone else wanted their money back and I was panicking and they had money. And they gave it to no strings attached.”
I began to open my mouth and point out that handing over his grandfather’s equipnt was more like a rope than a string and it probably had a noose on the end to boot.
He interrupted before I even got a word out, saving the taphor from abuse.
“I know it was stupid. Don’t tell .”
“What did you give them?”
“So gadget from his costu and book full of formulas. After that they left alone--or at least they did until you guys turned cape."
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