Chapter Seventeen
Tyrell
What happened to Ella’s good mood? Something warped it. “Can you take me home now?”
“Ella, I asked if you think we can be friends,” I said holding tightly to her hand. “And now you want me to take you home?”
She nodded. “Please.”
Maybe her stomach was acting up? Pulling her along with me, we walked back to the Dairy King parking lot. She yanked her hand out of mine. Okay…
When we got to the car, she tossed the key fob up in air at me as she walked past me. “You drive.”
Not about to argue, I got in the driver’s seat and we drove home in silence. Even the radio was so low the lyrics of any of the songs that came on were inaudible. Finally, I pulled into the garage, and she got out without saying a word.
I sat there for a few minutes, going over the exact word
