Page 91 of Always Love You More
“Just been a busy day.”
“Johnny.”
“Leave it,” he spits, and I flinch at the harness of his words. “Shit, sorry, Bug … I just … I can’t do this right now, all right?”
I nod. “Yeah, all right.”
“We’ve gotta get going,” he says. “I need to get back.”
“Okay,” I answer, shutting my textbook with athudand packing up the rest of my things.
“Jameson in the garage?” he questions.
“Yeah.”
“Can you go grab him for me?”
I start to ask him why, but he looks like he’s one question away from snapping, so I just mumble, “Sure.”
“Be quick about it.”
What’s his problem today?
I walk into the garage and find Jameson hunched over the engine of a car. “My brother asked me to come get you,” I tell him. “Seems urgent.”
“What time is it?”
“Just past six.”
“Shit,” he says under his breath before he yells out, “Gotta go, Luke.”
“Okay, kid. See ya tomorrow,” Luke shouts back.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Jameson answers.
“Seriously? You, too?”
“What?”
“My brother said the same thing.”
“That’s ’cause there’s nothing wrong.” He pauses. “Nothing you need to worry about.”
“But there’s somethingyouneed to worry about.”
He looks over at me as he starts for the door. “I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
The door swings shut behind us as Johnny calls out, “Come on; we’re gonna be late.”
The three of us step out into the night and round Johnny’s car. “Late for what?”
Neither of them answer.
“Late for what?” I repeat. “And why is Jameson coming with us?”
