Chapter 22 -- Date With Destiny
Saturday October 29
My eyes blinked open, and I moaned. And not the good type of moan like I made last night, but the moan an old man must utter when every part of him aches. My Vitamin T had worn off, and I hadn't taken a pain pill before going to bed last night. I decided to get up and cringed when my whole right side decided it might cramp up.
Duke lay at the side of the bed, where he'd slept last night. He gave me a look that said it was too early.
"Hey, Buddy. Go get me a pain pill, and I'll buy you a bag of tennis balls."
Duke only sighed as he flopped his head back onto the floor. Perhaps Brook and I shouldn't have been quite so energetic last night. A tiny smile crept onto my face as I remembered her cries of passion. I'd been on my game last night, and Brook hadn't been too bad herself.
This morning was an unhappy reminder of what Zander had done to me. Would I ever frickin' get better?
I managed to get upright and tottered towards the bathroom, using the wall to steady myself. Duke decided he'd better move in case I fell on him. I found my pills on the bathroom vanity and struggled to get the top off. Whoever invented childproof caps should be shot. The sad part was that if I gave the pill bottle to Coby, he would probably have it chewed open by now. I finally got the bottle opened and swallowed a pill.
After my pill, I staggered into my shower and turned the water on as hot as I could stand. The hot water worked its magic on my aching side.
What surprised me how much I
really
wanted another shot of Vitamin T. It wasn't solely for the pain relief; I liked how Toradol made me feel invincible, like a better version of myself. Now that I'd experienced what it could do for me, I had no worries about the rest of the games this year.
Doc Grog had assured me that Toradol wasn't addictive. It came from the same family of drugs as over-the-counter Advil but was more powerful. I'd asked Doc about its addictiveness because I tended to overdo things. Part of why I ran was because I got a 'runner's high.' That refers to the rush of endorphins that running can trigger in the brain, giving the person a sense of euphoria. While I expected the benefits of running far outweighed my addiction to it, I suspected that might not be true of Vitamin T. I realized that if I'd had access to it this morning, I wouldn't have hesitated to use it.
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I told my security I wouldn't leave the house until tonight's date with Destiny. That allowed me to slip out in my Demon. I planned to pick up Dare and test out my new drone with him. When I arrived at Dare's, his mom answered the door and gave me an unreadable look.
"You'd better come in. He's in his room," she said and pointed to where I needed to go.
The door hung partially open, so I poked my head in.
"Hey ..." I said and then froze.
On the floor, in a million pieces, was my drone. Dare's head snapped up, and his ears flushed.
"I ... uhm ... I ..."
"Weren't we going to fly this today?" I asked to remind him of why I'd come.
"I sort of couldn't get what Mr. Jacobs said about improving it out of my head, so I had to take it apart."
"I sure hope you know how to put it all back together."
"Uhrm ... I think I can," he said, and then my new Jedi mind trick seemed to work. "I know I can. If I have to, I'll get the design layout from the manufacturer."
Somehow, that didn't reassure me. I seriously doubted that they would hand over their design documentation just because Dare took it all apart. I also suspected that he might've voided the warranty I'd paid extra for.
"What exactly did you think you would accomplish?" I asked.
"I wanted to add small cameras at each corner so I could make it safe for even you to fly."
The 'even you' comment caused the hairs on the back of my neck go up.
"You mean, you wanted to idiot-proof it?" I asked.
"I didn't say that."
I rolled my eyes. That was precisely what he'd said.
"I need to buy some stuff," Dare blurted as he grabbed a piece of paper and shoved it at me.
I took it and read the list.
"What's a stick PC?" I asked.
"It looks like a thumb drive that you plug into the HDMI connection on the side of a TV or monitor. It's like a portable PC."
I'd been thinking about buying a Roku, or something similar, to stream television shows and movies to my TV. I'd seen our latest cable bill, and it was ridiculous when you considered I only watched TV occasionally. One problem with the different non-cable options was they were subscription services and forced you to go through them for most of your programming. That meant that if you wanted to watch a show that wasn't part of your service, you were out of luck. Another problem was they had figured out they had a captive audience and had started raising their prices to almost equal our cable bill.
I imagined the stick PC might solve most of my issues because I could watch most everything on my PC right now without a problem. The one drawback was how to watch live sports. I would have to go home and research this.
"What do you need it for?" I asked.
"I have to have more computing power," Dare said as if that would make perfect sense to me.
"What about this solar panel?"
"Mr. Jacobs suggested that if I installed one, the drone would fly longer on a single charge."
Mr. Jacobs had just become a pain in my butt.
Using Dare's laptop, I bought all the gadgets he wanted to trick out my drone. To be honest, I feared I would run it into something, so idiot-proofing it was fine with me. But I didn't need him knowing that. After I'd spent more money, Dare focused on the drone and ignored me. The kid had a one-track mind.
I came out of his bedroom and found Dr. Rossetti grading papers.
"When Darius was ten, I came home and found our TV in pieces. I wanted to be mad, but he explained he wanted to understand how it worked," she said.
"Did he get it back together?" I asked hopefully.
She laughed.
"Nope, I had to buy a new one. I finally tossed all the parts from his failed experiments when we moved here."
I might have to take something for the migraine I had coming on. Drones weren't cheap, and I wasn't about to buy Dare another one.
"Don't worry, Darius has gotten better at putting things back together. If I were you, I would make him show you whether he ends up with any spare parts when he's done. I almost burned the house down when I used the microwave one day," she shared.
"I can see the wisdom in that. I wouldn't be happy if the drone burst into flames."
"Like I said. Make Dare show you, because he just assumes it's okay if he has extras when he's done."
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Since I now had time on my hands, I sent a text to my girlfriend. She suggested that I take her to lunch. That seemed like a great idea because it gave me a couple of hours to stress-test my car. I would recommend to any teenager who has a lot of cash to buy a muscle car to play with. My Dodge Challenger SRT Demon was a beast. I'd read an article that said that it was faster than the Bugatti Veyron in the quarter mile--the same Bugatti Veyron that sold for $1.6 million.
Mr. Sullivan had told me they only planned to make 3,000 Demons this year. He recommended that once I put about thirty thousand miles on it, I put it in storage and treat it as an investment. I would have to start looking for a new car about the time I came back from New Zealand next fall.
After I'd had my fun, I picked up Brook. She wanted to go to the Chinese place that overlooked the park. She clearly had something on her mind, and after we ordered she finally blurted it out.
"I think you should cancel your date with Destiny tonight."
I tilted my head to see if Brook was serious or just jerking my chain. Lately, it seemed to be 'punk David' season, and I wanted to make sure she wasn't just giving me a hard time.
"You know how I am about giving my word," I reminded her.
I wanted to throw back in her face that it had been she who'd arranged this whole fiasco. But I was working on not making anyone wrong, especially my girlfriend. She'd already threatened to dump me once this week; I didn't want to try for a second go-around.
"I'm of two minds on this. I talked to Tracy, and she said the best revenge would be to have you have sex with Destiny to show her what she's missing."
My friend Tracy needed to keep her big mouth shut. No way would I sleep with Destiny. That had disaster written all over it.
"I hope your second idea is better."
"That was my second idea. My first one was that you stand her up."
I almost laughed, but I used every ounce of acting talent to keep a straight face.
"How about I take her on a date, fulfill my obligation, and call it a night," I suggested.
"I don't trust her," Brook said, ignoring my reasonable suggestion. "Destiny keeps telling me how she plans to steal you from me."
"We both know after last night that nothing like that is ever happening," I said.
"I did have fun," Brook admitted as she blushed.
"If you're going to have me show Destiny what she can't have, I have a list."
"What do you mean?" Brook asked.
"A list of girls who need to be reminded how good you have it."
In my defense, Mr. Happy came up with that idea. I hate to admit it, but if push came to shove, every guy could produce a list of ten or twenty women he would like to spend time with. I'm lucky that Brook just ignored me.
"What are you doing on your date?" Brook asked.
"No idea. I told Destiny I would pick her up at five, and she had to plan what we did."
Destiny had sent me a text to move the start time from six-thirty to five.