wickerpark | [David & Izak] The Basketball Diaries

Dad had texted just before practice that he was going to be late again - and Mom was in London tonight, anyway, sleeping off her last international flight - so David hadn't seen much point in going home. Probably would have just been Rosa's enchiladas, he thought. Not that it was a bad thing, but sitting at the kitchen island in their silent apartment wasn't exactly his idea of a good time.

Of course, the problem with going to school where he did was that everyone else he knew - even the other guys on the team - were too worried about whether they'd get into Notre Dame or Stanford or wherever to do anything that might approach fun. Never mind they'd all been admitted now. Hell, he was even admitted now, even if his five acceptances didn't have Ivy cachet. They were all stuck in the habit, even now that grades didn't matter anymore.

Well, whatever, he thought as he sacked out on a bench and glanced in all directions before he slipped a joint out of his pocket. Just a few more months of this, then they'd all be away. It probably didn't much matter now.

He barely saw the shadow of someone coming by him as he was lighting up, and David's eyes flashed upwards, uncharacteristically sharp and incisive for a moment. Then he saw who it was, and he grinned.

"Hey, Kagan. You're out late. Riding herd on your baby sis?"

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"Huh?" Izak turned at the sound of his last name, at first not sure who had said it. Looking down though, he saw David and just sort of stared dumbfounded. David Oliver was talking to him? He was shocked, stunned, speechless.

'Say something, Zak.' He could just hear Sarah saying, before he snapped out of it. "Oh, no. Tyler and Sarah have this thing they have to do today..." Dr. O'Neil got them every Thursdays. "So...I'm just....walking. Home. Well, I've got to catch a bus, but it's like another hour cos I missed mine. But...should you be doing this, that, smoking like that...in pub-lic."

Great. Well done.

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