Rob's Eyes, Chapter 6
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Rob's POV:
I decided to take a ride out to Jess's house. But I couldn't get myself to actually drive to her place, so I just drove around until five or so, when I had to meet Mike Smith, my probation officer.
Now, I'm going to let you all in on a secret. Just don't tell Jess you know, or what you know, or else.
Ok, I'm somewhat of a computer geek. A computer geek who can still work on bikes and cars, and all that mechanical stuff. Don't ask me how it happened, but it did. I'm not going to college though, mostly because I have no interest, and I'm broke.
So, anyway, this computer geek realized he was failing a few classes. Just enough to where he'd be forced to quit his job by his mother (She may appear nice and innocent, but grades are her weakness.), and there was no way that could happen.
So I hacked into the school's computers, and changed a few grades. I was in and out in a few minutes.
Of course, who knew our school had video cameras everywhere? Certainly not me.
Well, the school was mild and just put me on a year or so of detention and probation.
"So, Rob, how are things?" Mike asked, pulling out a small yellow legalpad. We were seated in a small booth at Denny's with two glasses of water. Same old routine...
I shrugged. :"Good, I guess."
"Still working at your uncle's motorcycle shop?"
"Yes, sir."
"Still in school?"
"Yes, sir." blah, blah, blah...
"Dating anyone?" I nearly choked on my water. "Um, what!"
"I said, are you dating anyone?" Mike's gaze bore into me through his wire-rimmed glasses.
"No. No, sir." I said quickly. Hopefully, not too quickly.
Mike made a few notes, and then said, "Been staying away from alcohol and drugs?"
"Yes, sir. I've always stayed away from that stuff." I said, trying to make up for the earlier question.
"Any plans for college?"
"Still no, sir." I said sincerely, sipping my water again. "I'm just not interested."
"Rob, with your computer skills," Aye, don't remind me! "You could very well be another Bill Gates." Mike said, his tone serious.
"I know, I know. But-"
"And then you can work on bikes all day long." Mike continued, ignoring me. "And make a ton of money, get out of this podunk town."
"Mike, as great as that sounds-"
"Well, then why not do it?"
"One thing, Mike: No Money." I stated simply. "College- any college- costs money. Money I don't have. Money I'm trying to save up to help Mom."
"Rob, you can get loans-"
My turn to interrupt, buddy. "Yeah, I know there are loans and such, but then I'd have to pay back those loans. And there's no chance I'd be the next Bill Gates, as you say." I said, standing up. "Now, are we done?"
Mike looked dismayed. "Yeah, I guess. Same everything next month?"
"Yeah, sure." I started towards the door.
"Rob?"
I turned to face my probation officer. "Yeah?"
"Just think about it, okay?" Mike looked hopefully at me. What's the harm in thinking? Keeps my mind off Jess, anyways.
"Yeah, alright." And then I left.
Later that night, I was listening to Unwritten Law and contemplating my life and what to do with Jess. I figured I'd call her and let her know that she doesn't have to hide from me.
I picked up the extension in my room and dialed. First, there was nothing, then an electronic voice came on.
"We're sorry, but the number you've dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service. Please check your number and try again."
So I checked my number. 555-0484. I tried again. Still the same message. Which means her parents probably disconnected the line because of the paper.
Well, damn.
So I got back on my bike and rode to her street corner. Her blocked-off street corner. Apparently, the reporters got to be way too much and the police will only let residents of the street (A/N: Help me out here: Lumbly Lane, right?)
So I drove home. And I slept.
Ok, I'm so done right now. I've just been informed I get to go pick out colleges classes.
Damn.
XOXO m/ Rock On,
Kaitie
