Chapter 13

Rick was one of the smartest kids in Eli Whitney High. He’d transferred toward the end of their junior year when his guardians moved to DeKalb. No one could understand why such upper-middle-class people would want to live in their little blue-collar town, and since Rick’s guardians kept pretty much to themselves, no one ever found out why.

It had surprised Ben that Rick would even say hello to him, given how his eyes tended to become even more glazed whenever Rick was around. But Rick not only said hello, he wanted to be friends with Ben.

And then a funny thing had happened.

“Uh…Ben?”

“Yeah, Rick?” Ben was doing his unfocused eyes thing.

“Would you do me a favor?”

Ben’s eyes became so focused so fast, he thought for a minute they were going to get whiplash or fall out of his head and roll around on the floor. Was his fondest dream about to come true? Was Rick going to ask Ben to blow him?

“I…uh…I’m having some trouble in shop. Would you mind helping me?”