Free Drift (Drift Series) by Michael Dean

over to his Camaro. Bro, I gotta admit, on his passenger door was a perfect hand print. It was pinched so tight he was unable to roll his window back up. It was kinda freaky, Leo.” Scruffy looked at me with an inquisitive smirk.
    “Is he serious? Are you serious? I didn’t touch his car. Did I mention that it ’s physically impossible for any human being to achieve such a feat? Besides, if something did happen like that, and I was freakishly strong enough to hold a speeding car on a road with just one hand, I would have still let his sorry butt go flying off the edge, anyway. One less douche bag on the planet, ya know? Think about it dude, seriously.”
    Scruffy stayed silent for a moment, flicking his comforter back and forth as he came to terms with logic. He snapped out of space with a head jerk.
    “Yeah, man, I know you’re right. he must have banged it against something at some point during your race. It just looked like a handprint, I guess. That’s all.”
    “Yeah , Scruff. He was pretty reckless up there. He could have hit anything. I mean, he doesn’t care about his stuff anyway because his parents are going to fix it for him, anyway. He was just being dramatic, lavish-attention-on-me Darryl.”
    “That’s for sure; he was agonizing over his baby quite a bit. Before I forget, I better tell you one more thing he said. He knows you and I hang out together and he told me to make sure you to show up at his party. You don’t think he ’s up to anything negative, do you, Leo?”
    “Nah, I ’m not worried about him. I think he probably does wanna blame his car dings on me. Nothing is ever his fault. Knowing him, he probably wants me to pay for them. The only thing we have to be worried about from Darryl is his reaction when I laugh in his face.”
    From the n on, we small talked about nothing the rest of the afternoon. Between listening to music and chatting, we didn’t realize that the time had arrived for us to get ready for the big party.
    Scruffy took a shower and was debating over what he wanted to wear to the festivities. “Leo, do you think this shirt looks good with these pants?” Scruffy turned back and forth in the mirror.
    I got off the beanbag and walked into the bathroom to get a better look.
    “You think the chicks will dig my duds or what?” Scruffy slapped the back of his hand into my chest.
    “Scruff, no amount of designer clothes could make your ugly mug look any better.”
    He continued gazing at himself, all the while adjusting his hair. “That’s pretty big talk coming from a guy who drools on the shoes of females he’s interested in.”
    “Very clever, Scruff, very clever. We’ll see how smart you are when you’re walking to Darryl’s party. It doesn’t matter what you wear for the ladies, every man looks like a clown with his thumb in the air, hitchhiking.” I shoved him on his arm.
    “Well, then I better shut up.” We laughed as he shut off the light in the bathroom. “C’mon, let’s go, we are outtie.”
    “Time to get this over with,” I muttered, quite sure that tonight may change the course of many lives, and not for the better.
    We bid his parents farewell and they advised him to be home on time because he had his Sunday chores to do in the morning. The warned us again to be responsible. Of course we promised to be on our best behavior and excitedly leaped out the front door. Twilight loomed as we strutted up to my car and got in.
    “Let’s stop and snag some food somewhere before we get to the party. I hate drinking on an empty stomach, gets me hammered way too fast. Besides, I don’t wanna show up too early, I like showing up casually late.” Scruffy tussled again with his hair in the vanity mirror on the visor.
    “Yeah, you are all about class, bro.” I laughed.
    “Pure class, don’t you forget it.” Scruffy snickered as we barreled down the road towards inevitability.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 6
     
    DESTINY
     
    After snagging