âNobody will get hurt. Itâs a massive company. They wonât even notice the phones are gone. Theyâve probably already forgotten that those phones are in the warehouse.â
âMaybe. But what do you know about Kieran? He strike you as reliable? Think heâll save your ass if things go wrong?â
I hadnât told Jake about the bridge the other night. Kieran had saved me.
âAnd even if it all works out and you get the money, then what?â he continued. âHer parents wonât have a problem with this? You think Asha wonât have a problem?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âHanding Asha some cash wonât fix things between you two. I doubt she cares about the money at all. This is about letting her do her own thing. Trusting her.â Jake sounded just like Asha. He was supposed to be taking my side, not hers.
âJake, why the hell was I asking you for relationship advice?â I stood up, grabbing my backpack. I pulled out my headphones and my iPod. âJust stay out of my way, all right?â
Phones on, tunes cranked to maximum, I walked toward the door. My music sounded like static with a pulse. I was sealed in a bubble of noise. I felt angry and sad and scared, all at once.
I was losing my girlfriend.
Now my best friend was against me.
I just wanted to be able to think straight. I knew I could figure out the right thing to do. The right way to pull everyone together, to get control of the situation. If I could just get all the pieces straight in my head.
I was out of the cafeteria and into the main hallway when I was suddenly grabbed from behind. Jake spun me around, slamming me against the lockers. He pushed my headphones off.
âWhat the hell?â I said. Was Jake looking to fight? Had I pissed him off that much? I felt a cold knot in my stomach.
âYouâre being an idiot, Bex. I donât know whatâs up with you. But youâre my best friend. And that means that Iâve always got your back, even when your headâs up your ass. You understand?â
I nodded.
âIâm coming with you. Thatâs not an option. You make a mistake, youâll make it with me beside you.â
I knew I should be mad at Jake for acting like some kind of overprotective big brother. But the truth was, I was relieved. I guessed that Kieran wasnât going to be happy about this. I was supposed to go see him tonight. Maybe Iâd tell him about the new addition to our team then.
Maybe not.
I decided I didnât care what Kieran thought about this. If my life was filled with static, at least I had one friend with me to try and see through it.
Chapter Seven
After school, I had to take three buses to get to Kieranâs house. It was out in a new development, one of a row of homes carefully designed to look old. I pressed the doorbell and heard a ringing far away in the house. Kieranâs dad opened the door. He was dressed in a pale gray sweater and collared shirt. He had small pinched eyes that frowned at me.
âAre you Kieranâs friend?â he asked.
âYes, uh, sir,â I said. âWeâre studying for the geography test.â Kieran had suggested the lie to me earlier. Studying on a Friday night sounded like a weak excuse, but whatever.
âIâm Mr. Ridgeway,â he said. He held out his hand, and we shook. âCome in.â He turned and walked inside. Weird. He gave off the same vibe that Kieran did sometimes. It was like he was an alien or something, just learning how to deal with humans.
âIâm glad Kieranâs made a friend,â he said over his shoulder. âSince we moved heâs spent far too much time in his room alone.â I wasnât sure how to react, so I didnât say anything. We walked through to the living room.
âWait here,â said Mr. Ridgeway. He disappeared upstairs. I studied the room. The house was completely silent except for the hum