Slammed

what?"
     
    He looks at me with his big, green, Will-looking eyes. "I can go home if you want me to."
     
    "No. I was just kidding. I like you being here, it keeps this little creeper away from me." I squeeze Kel's shoulders then walk into the kitchen and grab a drink.
     
    "So is that Nick guy your boyfriend? I thought my brother was going to be your boyfriend."
     
    Juice spews from my mouth as Caulder catches me off guard with his observation. "No, neither of them are my boyfriend. Your brother and I are just friends, Caulder."
     
    "But Layken," Kel gives Caulder a mischievous grin. "I saw you kissing him that night y'all came home. In the driveway. I was watching from my bedroom window."
     
    My heart jumps to my throat. I walk over to them and place my hands firmly on the bar in front of them.
     
    "Kel, don't ever repeat what you just said do you hear me?"
     
    His eyes get big and he and Caulder both lean back in their chairs as I lean forward across the bar.
     
    "I'm serious. You did not see what you thought you saw. Will can get in a lot of trouble if you repeat what you said. I mean it."
     
    They both nod as I leave the room. I pull my notebook out of my bag and throw it on the bed, plopping down next to it to start on my homework, but I can’t. The thought of anything getting out about Will and I distracts me. As much as I hate the fact that we can't be together, I hate the thought of him getting fired even more. He needs this job. Will was only one year older than me when his parents died, and he essentially became a parent himself. The more thought I give it, the guiltier I feel for being so hard on Will and the decision he's made. The pain I'm feeling as a result of us not being together pales in comparison to what Will must be going through. I feel less and less like Will's peer every day and more like his student.
     
    I decide to work on the poem I’ve yet to start, but after half an hour I’m still staring at a blank page when my mother walks in.
     
    "Where's your jeep?"
     
    "Oh, I forgot to tell you. It won't crank, alternator or something. It's parked at school."
     
    "How can you forget to mention that?" she says, obviously frustrated.
     
    "I'm sorry. You were sleeping when I got home. I know you’ve been sick this week so I didn’t want to wake you up."
     
    She sighs as she sits on my bed. "I don’t know when I'll be able to get it fixed. I work the next few days. Do you mind just keeping it at the school for a couple days until I can work it out?"
     
    "I'll ask tomorrow. I doubt they would even notice it’s there."
     
    "Okay. Well, I've got to get to work.” She stands up to leave.
     
    “ Wait. Your shift doesn’t start for a few more hours."
     
    "I need to run errands." She shuts the door, leaving me to question the validity of her response.
     
    ***
     
    I'm drying my hair after my shower when I think I hear the doorbell. I turn the dryer off and listen for a moment and it eventually rings again.
     
    "Kel, get the door!" I yell as I pull on my sweats. I pile my still-wet hair into a band and double it up on top of my head as I throw on a tank top. The doorbell rings again.
     
    "Kel!" I yell as I make my way to the front door. I check the peep hole and see Will standing outside, his arms crossed as he trembles. My heart skips a beat at the sight of him and I turn to check my reflection in the entryway mirror. Sure enough, I look like I just got out of the shower. At least I'm not wearing Kel's house shoes. Ugh. Why do I even care?
     
    I open the door and motion for him to come inside. He steps in far enough for me to shut the door behind him but doesn't come any further inside.
     
    “ I just need Caulder. Bath time.”
     
    His arms are still crossed and his speech is curt. I take this as a sign that I'm not going to get any confessions out of him right now, so I tell him to give me a sec as I go fetch Caulder.
     
    I check Kel's room, my mother's room and eventually my room when I run out of rooms to check.
     
    "They aren't here, Will." I say as I walk back into the living room.
     
    "Well, they have to be. They aren't at my house." He makes his way down the hallway and checks the rooms as he calls for them. I open the patio door, flick on the outdoor switch and make a quick scan of the small backyard.
     
    "They aren't out back," I say as we meet back in the living room.
     
    "I'll check my house again," he says.
     
    Will makes his way across the street as I