“I’m sorry I took so long—wait, is my brother here?” Way after dinner, she’d watched Nick walk up the driveway from her bedroom window, heard his argument with Mom. He stomped down the hall and slammed his door. After that, April hadn’t heard a peep, but that didn’t mean he didn’t sneak out his window later, just as she had.
Zach shrugged. “Haven’t seen him.” He narrowed the distance between them.
April took a step back. “Oh. Good.”
“Anyway, I’m glad you’re here.” A burst of jocular revelry sounded from inside the house, and he glanced over his shoulder at the beer bong underway in the rec room. “Want to go inside?”
April wrinkled her nose at the thin glass door separating them from chaos.
“ur an idiot if you go to that party”
“To that? Not really.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away.
It dawned on her that he was nervous, and the possible reason scared her.
“I know a private way in.” He gestured behind him, where the patio deck disappeared into shadow, not even moonlight to hint at what lay beyond. Zach moved in that direction. When she didn’t follow, he reached back and took her hand. “Don’t be scared.”
She sidled up close behind, tripping over his heals in the dark. His quiet laugh smelled faintly of beer. A doorknob squeaked and cool air-conditioning blanketed them. Zach’s face glowed in the light of a refrigerator, glass bottles tinkling in the swinging door.
April shook her head. “I don’t like alcohol.”
“Come on, I got you some wine coolers.” He shoved one into her hand. “They’re super sweet.”
This flash fiction is a part of the Blogging From A to Z (April 2015) Challenge. A new installment arrives every day in April, following the alphabet; check the calendar below to see which letters post on which days. Read more about this blogfest HERE.