I swapped Isaac for Nathan.. same person new name
The hours of the day passed slowly, as Isaac thought about the event that had transpired that same morning. It was know 4:30 PM. Well, I have to do something to pass the time, he thought. Picking up the phone he called George Williams, one of the three that he wanted to have over for a night of video gaming.
Two rings passed and George answered, “Yo,”
“Hey, man, It’s Isaac,”
“Sup dude? Haven’t heard from you all summer. You coming to the cookout tonight?”
“Wouldn’t normally, but I’m kind of getting dragged there by Katharine,”
“Ah. Hot date with the best friend, huh?”
“Hah, couldn’t be farther from it. Actually she needs someone to give her a ride there so she can work her magic on Trevor Dylan,”
“Well, wish her luck on that,” he chuckled.
“I don’t think that it’s impossible, she said that they have talked a lot over the summer,”
“Yeah. So, did you just call to talk about your jealousy of Trevor, or did you have something more important to talk about?”
Isaac gulped, “Funny. I’m falling in love with my best friend, maybe I should see Sigmund Freud!”
“What, so he can tell you to pursue your mother?”
They both laughed. “Anyway, on to business. The first day of school. After it gets out, I think that you, me, Vince, and, John should get together and play a few video games that night. Maybe go till like noon the next day?”
“I don’t know, do you really think that you can stay up that long?”
Sensing the unknowing perversion in George’s question, Isaac stifled a laugh by coughing. “Sure. I’m always the one that lasts the longest,” this time George caught it, and they shared another laugh. “Alright man, tell the other guys. I’ve got to go pick up Queen Katharine,”
“Aight. You have fun,”
“I’ll try to. Talk to you later,”
“Bye,”
Isaac hung up the phone and sighed. Was he really falling in love with Katharine? Or was it just raging teenage hormones? Whatever the answer, he had to go and pick her up anyway.
He pulled off his white shirt and put on a black one with The words; “Minutes to Midnight,” on the front. Ironically, he would be wearing his Linkin Park shirt, in Lincoln Park, the vast site of the annual White Pines cook out. “I’m going mom!” He yelled over his shoulder as he walked out the front door to his black mustang.
Buckling his seatbelt, he turned it on, and pulled out of the Cul de Sac that he lived in. He smiled as he listened to Green Day on his CD player. This is the life. Driving a Mustang, listening to rock music, about to pickup the most beautiful girl-, a look of confusion appeared on his face. Beautiful? Did he just say beautiful? No…that can’t, I…can’t, he changed the song to Holiday and drove thoughtlessly to Katharine’s house.
Coincidently, he had never been inside it. It was a nice, one story house, blue, and with a basketball court out front. He parked the mustang and walked up to her door. Before he could knock, the door opened and Katharine quickly pushed past him. “What-,”
“Let’s go,” she said.
“Katharine…,”
She turned, tears streamed down her face. A red mark was on her right cheek.
“What?”
She just shook her head.
“C’mon,” Isaac said. He put his hand on the small of her back and led her to the car.
They didn’t speak for the majority of the drive. When they were a couple of miles away from the fair, Katharine spoke, “She hit me,”
Isaac nearly lost control of the car. “What?” he asked in disbelief.
“My mom…we got into a fight, and she…,” Katharine stopped and wiped a tear away from her left eye. She turned to face him. By now, the red marked had faded, making it look like half her face were blushing.
“I don’t know what came over her,” Katherine continued, “We…we were just talking about…well, you, and-,”
“Wait, what? Me?” Isaac took a left turn and parked in an abandoned lot. He unbuckled his seat belt so he could face her.
“I…don’t really want to talk about it,” she began to stare at the floor, while drawing imaginary circles on the leather seat with her finger.
“Look. Kat, if you don’t want to go…, we can hang out. Maybe go to Grand Arbor and see a movie?”
“No…I, I just want to talk to someone,”
There’s someone right here! He thought.
“I need to talk to Trevor. Maybe he’ll know what to do,”
Isaac felt anger rise over him. There was no need for her to talk to Trevor when he was right there. He felt like saying something, but then just slouched in his seat, staring out at the empty warehouse in front of them.
“Can we just go?” she said sternly.
Saying nothing, Isaac turned the car back on and peeled out of the lot.
Through five more minutes of wordless driving, Katharine could never look him in the eye. After what seemed like ages, the jubilation of the fair appeared in plain sight of them. Isaac parked to the side and unlocked the door.
Katharine opened the door, as Isaac just sat, staring at the steering wheel. She turned to him, “Are you coming?”
Not looking up, Isaac spoke in monotone, “I have to run home for a second. Don’t wait up,”
Katharine sighed, “If you don’t want to stay-,”
“I do. I just forgot something,”
“Well. I’ll just get a ride home with Trevor, okay? We might hang out afterward,”
“Whatever,”
“You know…,” she began. Not finishing, she just shook her head and slammed the door.
Isaac turned his stereo up and backed up to drive back the way he came. Finally, he approached a junction. Left took him to the Cul de Sac, right took him to Katharine’s. Not signaling, he turned right.
In the Feely driveway, he sat for five minutes, until another Feely voice jolted him from his thinking.
“Isaac Dumars!” piped up Katharine’s thirty three year old mother.
“Mrs. Feely,” Isaac acknowledged her. He opened the car door and stepped out.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Oddly, she actually sounded happy.
“The red mark on your daughter’s cheek,”
“Oh, that,” and it was gone.
“Why?” was all Isaac could ask.
Mrs. Feely spat onto the ground than looked up at him. “Take care of her,”
“What?”
“Katharine. We…got into a fight. I got out of control. I’ll admit it. I’m not a good parent. Her father isn’t either. But she’s smart, ya know?”
Isaac nodded.
“And…I don’t want to see her knocked up at eighteen. That boy that she talks about.
Trevor what’s his face. I don’t trust him. Really, Isaac, you’re the only one that has
ever shown anything positive for her,”
“Mrs. Feely…we’re just…friends,” he said uncomfortably.
“I know, I know. Just, Isaac, watch out for her. Bring her home tonight, please,”
“I will Mrs. Feely,” Isaac just turned and opened his car door. Before he got in, he looked over his shoulder, “I promise,”
