"I’m not too heavy, am I?" Noah asked after a minute.
''You’re fine,'' I sighed, glancing at her. ''How’s your ankle?'' I asked gently. ''Do you want me to slow down?''
''So now you'll slow down?'' Noah replied sarcastically.
''I’m serious,'' I snapped. ''Stop being a moron.''
''No, your speed is fine,'' He replied. ''I hope my leg will be okay by Friday.”
''I’m sorry I rushed you,'' I continued, guilt twinging in my chest. ''This is all my fault. If I hadn’t made you hurry, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.''
''Yeah, you’re right. This is your fault'' Noah agreed, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. ''You’ll have to make it up to me by forgiving me and being my friend again.''
''We’re never going to be friends again,'' I snapped back. ''Now shut up.''
''I’m sorry I hurt you,
