Chapter 37 Frienemy (1/2)

After seeing Malene off, Laz went back inside to finish his shift. Although he had to listen to a few remarks from both Grandpa and Uncle Chu, he didn't mind. His thoughts were a bit of a mess however.

He didn't know this girl and he didn't have a connection to her, minus being different, so he didn't know why she would be hostile towards him. Although he thought she was rather attractive, he wasn't dumb enough to think it could be love at first sight, or hatred for that matter. The only thought he could put together was that she didn't want anything to do with others like them.

He figured that she probably had a story behind it. The powers seemed to have developed at somewhat different times for different people, so he didn't know when she got hers. Since she came from a big city, he could only guess that there were many more people who started turning weird.

Other than this, he had no clue. All the same, he wasn't going to bother with her since she made her point clear. The only thing he was going to do was to take care not to be alone with her. No matter how many times he played the scene over and over in his mind, he had no idea what he got cut with. He knew she had something metal due to the smell and it was sharp considering how it cut, but that was it.

After Laz finally got home later, he remembered the piece of paper he got from Kennedy and decided he would put it into his phone. Although he never carried the phone with him, he always kept it charged. So far, he only had a few numbers stored in it, but none of those were numbers for friends. It felt weird to put her number in there, but he had to follow through with this.

After putting his number in, he hesitated texting her for quite a while. He would never call if he could text which is the same for most people. Like all 14 year olds, this was a big and very nerve-wracking situation as far as he was concerned.

'What do I say?Laz thought as he sat on the old recliner and stared at his phone, hoping it would give him an answer.

'Short and cool or long and mysterious?”

The first text was the most important and he didn't want to leave a bad impression. At least, that's what he first thought of. After hesitating for a while, he finally figured something out. This girl didn't give a damn about him and he didn't exactly like her either, so why should he care what he said. Just because they had to work together, if you could call it that, didn't mean they had to be friends.

:It's Laz:

He waited for a bit before she responded back.

:What took you so long. I thought you lost the paper or something.:

:I had to work at my real job.:

:Your real job?:

:Yeah.:

:Whatever. Got your info, clear your calendar for next weekend. I've got to go somewhere and your going to be there too.:

:You going to tell me what I should prepare for?:

:It's a party. I'm bringing stuff to help some rich kids get their rocks off all weekend.:

:We have to be there all weekend?:

:No. Just Friday for the delivery and that night to mingle. It will be a chance to connect with some higher paying clients, but poor shits like us arn't invited to stay longer.:

:Sounds kind of harsh, but whatever. I was told we would just be pushing some weed.:

:Are you fucking serious? We will make 100 times more at this party alone than we would selling weed all year.:

:I don't really care. This isn't exactly what I wanted to be doing with my high school life.:

:Oh? I'm sorry? Are you too good for this shit? Well too fucking bad. You told my cousin you would watch my back on this and that is what I am going to pay you for. If I need you, you need to be there. Clear?:

:Whatever you say.:

Laz really didn't like this girl to begin with so this just made his impression of her worse. He didn't know what he would be getting into, but somehow he felt like it was going to be trouble.

:Wear something imposing. And find a mask of some sort, I don't think that you should show your face. Now we just need to find some sort of a ride there.:

:I've got something we can use.:

:How the hell do you have a licsence?:

:I don't, but I've got a ride. Besides, it will help you fit in with your spoiled rich kid look.:

:Seriously?:

:You got something else in mind?:

:No.:

:Then this should work out ok. I've got something to wear as well.: Laz texted back, thinking of the mask that Tony had left him with.

:Alright, pick me up in front of the school around 7 pm next Friday night.:

:Why they school?:

:Why the question?: