“I—u-uh.” I quickly shoved away, regretting it instantly as my back hit the ground. “Ouch.”
Clyde hung over me with a smirk set on his face. “Nice landing, Safety Patrol.”
Much to my surprise, he then offered me a hand. I just stared at it from the ground, arms crossed tightly over my chest.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” he groaned. “I’m trying to be nice, here.”
I responded with a scowl.
“What? You want me to say I’m sorry?” Clyde rolled his eyes, letting out another dramatic sigh. “Okay, fine. I’m sorry.”
I squinted my eyes, scowl darkening further. “Are you actually sorry, or did Trevor make you say you’re sorry?”
Clyde threw his hands up in the air, a frustrated snarl escaping his lips. I’d totally hit the nail on the head. “Okay, fine! I’ll just keep being a jerk, then. And
