Chapter 15 - Drive

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We really only talked when he helped me with my art, which was getting better thanks to him. Mrs. Hollas sat with me; Harry was in his whole private work space. Not only was my art working getting better, but so was my speech around him. I was getting comfortable, so my stuttering was falling to a minimal level.

“You have been getting much better.”

“Thanks to Harry, h-he’s been helping a lot.”

She smiled. “He has so much talent. I wish he showed it off.”

“Does he s-show you his work?”

“He does. Very dark artist, but I love his expression and artistic eye. You are the first person he has ever drawn anything for.”

“Oh,”

“Yes, oh,” she gave me a look and walked away. I wondered what that meant. Harry came out of the workspace; again, work covered, and brought it into the drying room. He came out and sat with me, expecting my work. Everyone stared, like always.

“You’re getting really great at figures.”

“Thanks for your h-help.”

“It’s fine.”

He got up and walked away, leaving me wondering again. I was late after school, wanting to work my English paper with my teacher. I got out to my car, it spun out.

“No, come on,” I groaned, the car made some weird noise, and then died. “Please, please,” I spun it again. “Damn it,” I hit the wheel. I called my dad then my mom, but no one answered, they were probably in class. I got out of my car, locked it, and started walking. I enjoyed the chilly air, it didn’t bother me one bit. I was familiar with much colder weather.

Harry pulled up beside me. “What are you doing?”

“My car is dead.”

“Get in the truck,” I gave him a look and got into the passenger seat. He spun the wheel, going back to the school. He wordlessly walked out, propping up the hood. He looked inside of it, and directed me to try to turn it on. He watched the engine closely. “You’re fucked. It’s your transmission, well based on the noise and what seems to be happening and what isn’t.”

“What does t-that mean?”

“It just means it’ll be pretty expensive.”

“Damn,”

‘Come on, I’ll give you a ride home. Your parents can call whoever they’re car insurance covers to tow it away.”

“Great, I’m w-walking to school now.” I sighed and got into his truck. He spun the wheel and began driving me home. “H-How do you know about cars?”

“Hobby I guess.” He turned down the road. “I can pick you up.”

“Pick me up from where?”

“Your house, in the morning.”

“A-Are you sure?”

“I don’t mind.”

I nodded, and he pulled up in front of my house. “What?” I muttered.

“What’s wrong?”

“I called b-both my parents, I assumed t-they were in class but their cars are h-here.”

“I’ll walk you in,”

I nodded; he must have sensed my anxiety. We walked up next to each other, side by side, with his hands in his pockets. I really couldn’t get over how much I liked that.

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