Exclusive release day excerpt from Get in the Car,
Jupiter!
Ezra Brandon’s soul was older than his body. He wasn’t always
like that, though. In fact, at one point not long before what Frankie and I
badged as “the change,” he’d been fully entrenched in activities that would
indicate his soul was exactly the age of that body, but circumstances
being out of his control, the soul tired of parties, friends, and happiness. He
adopted the cynicism of a forty-five-year-old man, threw it on like an old coat,
and buttoned it up to his chin. It insulated him from the outside world so well
that within a year of the adoption, he was forgotten by everyone at Endicott
Academy.
But not by me. No, not by me. He was just as beautiful
to me then as he’d always been.
“You’re drooling again,” Frankie said, startling me. My eyes
popped open. I brought a hand to my lips to wipe away any evidence of her
accusation but felt nothing. Frankie snorted then laughed. I threw a disparaging
glance her way.
“Why you gotta be so rude?” I sang at her.
“’Cause. You’re an idiot. You’ve got zombie face again, and
it’s so obvious people are gonna start wondering if they should intercede on
your behalf. Report your Forrest Gump ass to social services or whatever.”
I laughed. “I can’t help it, Frankenstein. He’s so on the
brink.”
“On the brink of what, Jupiter?” She turned Ezra’s direction
and drank him in. She leaned in close and whispered, “The only thing he’s on the
brink of is a sudden exclamation of ‘What’s it all mean!’ before jumping
headfirst through that window.”
We both looked out the second story toward the looming earth
below and gulped.
I shook my head. “He is not,” I argued.
Frankie pointed toward the front of the classroom where Ezra
was sitting, his hands buried in his chin-length brown hair, knuckles white with
intensity. Maybe she was right. Maybe just a little. I stared at him again.
Ezra was tall, taller than most guys I knew. Six foot two
inches, one hundred seventy pounds is what his old published lacrosse stats
stated. He had killer light brown hair, eyes so light green you felt like you
could see right through him, and a smile so catching, I could still remember it
despite the fact I, nor anyone else for that matter, hadn’t seen it for almost
two years.
“Life is like a box of chocolates, Jupiter.”
I threw another annoyed look her direction. “Can you please
let me ogle in peace, Lieutenant Dan?”
“No, jackass. The bell rang. Get your rear in gear or you’ll
be late again.”
“Gah!”
My next class was clear across campus. I scrambled to get my
stuff together, decided it was as intact as it was going to get, and hauled ass
up the aisle, but when I turned to complain to Frankie for the thousandth time
since the beginning of our senior year that it wasn’t fair to assign kids
back-to-back classes that far away, I was abruptly halted by the very body I’d
been ogling not thirty seconds before. We collided in spectacular fashion—papers
flying, books crashing. My elbow met his gut, which made him grunt and double
over, which then made his forehead punch my left boob, which made me die a
million mortifying deaths within a second.
“I’m so sorry,” I told Ezra as I felt my face warm to
impossible temperatures. I took a second to glance toward Frankie for some sort
of best friend intervention but only caught a glimpse of her signature
Jupiter’s-a-dweeb facepalm instead.
“It’s okay,” he said quietly, his voice like silk, the
inflection of which swam through my head, tingling down each strand of hair all
the way to the ends, and making me shiver.
I watched like an idiot as he bent to gather all my stuff for
me. He stood, handing me the lot, offering a crooked smile when I stared at him
like he was a betta in a bowl.
“Thanks,” I wheezed, taking all that had fallen.
He shrugged, hiking his bag higher on his shoulder, tucking
his own fallen papers and books between his hip and the palm of his hand. “See
ya,” he offered before heading out the door.
Before long, Frankie shouldered me. “Whoa,” she said.
“Whoa,” I agreed.
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