Tyrell stared back at Makayla’s retreating figure. Disbelief warred with amusement at the way she was stomping down the dock. He shook his head. White girls were crazy; he didn’t care what the other guys said.
He absently rubbed at his arm. It was sore from where the cops had handcuffed him. His grandmother had been right, they had come at him with guns drawn even though he didn’t resist. It wasn’t until the neighbor across the street showed them a replay on the security cameras that they had just installed that they released him.
His lips turned down as he watched Makayla disappear into the house. He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and stared down at the dock, gazing between the narrow gaps at the water below. He had stood back yesterday when she had been jumped, bu
