Kevin said as I rifled through my locker.“Sorry,” I said. I’d been not picking up my phone for a while now. Not on purpose, but I kept the ringer way down. It made me jump.“I needed a ride,” he said, and his eyes were wide, like I was missing something important. “My car wouldn’t start, and my parents had already left and I couldn’t find the keys to the spare.” I grinned. Kevin’s expression didn’t change. He had no idea how he sounded. A spare car. He had a spare car. Like the rest of us kept a spare tire in the trunk for emergencies. They kept a whole car.“Sorry,” I said. “Looks like you got here okay.”“Dude,” he said, leaning forward, lowering his voice. “I took. The bus.”I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. Couldn’t remember a time Kevin had ever taken the bus. Before he got his license, Justin’s older brothers would drive them both. Then they left for college and took the car with them, but by then Kevin had his license and a car, and, apparently, a spare.“But that’s not the worst part,”
