Raven’s mocking smile lingered in my head long after she turned back to her bike. The rag in her hand moved in sharp, angry circles, like she was scrubbing away more than just grease.
I stood there staring at her, chest tight. Part of me wanted to say something more — maybe even try to bridge whatever this cold wall was between us. I didn’t want to be her enemy. Strangely, some small, stupid part of me wished we could be… not friends exactly, but at least not this. Not this constant sharp hostility. But it was obvious she didn’t like me. She didn’t want me here. And as much as I hated admitting it, that hurt more than I expected.
I hated that I cared.
With a quiet sigh, I turned away without another word or argument. There was no point pushing when the door was already slammed shut in m
