The sun was barely making its appearance when Zach threw on his white t-shirt, a dark blue button-down to go over it, and a pair of faded jeans.
First day of senior year. Exciting, right? Not.
Zach walked down to Jacob’s room, knowing he would sleep in until the last possible moment. There were eight bedrooms in the house, and most nights there were only two people sleeping there.
Jacob took the room farthest from Zach’s, stating, ‘I like to have guests over, and at times they may be a little noisy.’ Zach knew he wasn’t talking about playing Monopoly with Will and Anthony. It was more like Jacob and the cheer squad going horizontal.
Zach knocked loudly three times on the door. Of course, Jacob wasn’t going to answer. He was probably dead to the world after getting home late. Zach decided to go in, not knowing what or whom he might find.
The room was a mess, but that was to be expected. And Jacob’s bed was empty. A smack hit Zach on the back of the head, and he lost his footing.
“You suck,” Jacob said as he walked past Zach and fell face forward on his bed. He rolled over with a wicked grin. “How’d you know I didn’t have someone in here with me, or what kind of scene you could’ve walked into?" He jumped up from the bed and grabbed a black T-shirt out of his closet.
“Are those clothes clean? You never do laundry.” Zach maneuvered toward the door to let himself out after finding Jacob awake.
Jacob pulled up the front of his shirt to his nose and took a long sniff. “I think Rachel or Heather came over and did up my clothes for me the other day. So, it’s clean. Don’t worry, Zach, if I put in a good word for you, maybe they can wash your clothes too.” He nudged Zach out into the hallway.
“I think I’ll pass on those three doing my clothes for me. I don’t wanna have to owe them anything in return.” Zach turned towards the staircase. “Those are the last girls I would want to owe anything to,” he muttered, his last comment to himself.
Zach went downstairs to wait for Danny. They had this habit of riding to school together. Plus, Danny didn’t have a car. Zach always told him to go ahead and take one of his. He and Jacob had three cars each, sort of the same ones, to be exact. A brand new black Chevy 4x4, a 1968 yellow and black Mustang, and a silver and red Hayabusa. But Danny said he would rather be the passenger, with less work on his part.
Jacob came bounding down the stairs about five minutes later and grabbed a soda out of the fridge.
“Is that what you’re having for breakfast?” Zach snatched up the orange juice bottle.
“Nah, Brindle was stopping at Krispy Kreme for me.”
“You really have them wrapped around your finger. You say get, and they deliver.” Zach checked his cell to see if Danny had texted back yet.
“Actually, they ask if they can do anything for me, and I give them suggestions. Not my fault I am who I am. They give, so I take." Jacob was nonchalant with his words.
Zach didn’t know how to respond. The doorbell ringing saved him.
“I’ll get it.” Jacob jogged out of the kitchen. Zach heard Jacob open the door and then automatically close it. He walked back into the kitchen and sat down at the bar.
About three seconds later, the front door opened and shut again. Zach turned around from looking out the window and saw Danny coming through the doorway. “Your brother’s a dick." Danny glared at Jacob.
“You’ve been coming here for years. Why does he have to always knock?” Jacob looked to Zach for an answer. Zach shrugged. He always told Danny to just c’mon in whenever he got to their house.
“Fuck you.” Danny took an apple from the fruit bowl and took a big bite.
Jacob decided to play along with Danny’s sexual innuendo. He slowly licked his lips as he looked at Danny from head to toe. “It might be a long shot, but I think we could probably make it work. Do you have time after football practice today?”
Danny rolled his eyes and threw the core of the apple at Jacob. “You’re an ass. I’m starting to question your sexuality the way you’re looking at me.”
Jacob leaped off the stool and started to hump Danny’s leg. “Oh yeah, I’m so hot for you. Oh, please, Danny, make me yours.”
“You’re sick.” All three boys were laughing as Danny pushed Jacob away.
“I’m taking my bike. Later.” Jacob grabbed his keys off the key rack and left out the front door.
“I guess we’ll take the Mustang today." Zach motioned for Danny to follow in the same way Jacob had just exited.