“Shut up,” Mick growls. He glares at CJ like he’s the one who said something, then hauls himself up from the concrete. “I know what I’m doing. Stop laughing, dickwad.”
“You suck,” Brendan laughs. “So hard, Mick. You don’t even realize it.”
CJ catches the quick glance Mick shoots his way and can almost hear the thoughts running through the other skater’s mind. Don’t even, he prays. Today’s going mostly alright so far. The last thing he needs is a fight right now so he keeps his mouth shut and watches Mick warily. Don’t… the word is a mantra in his mind. Don’t you dare.
For a long moment, Mick wavers and CJ just knows he’ll say something, he has to, he’ll ruin everything with a flippant remark. I’m not the one who sucks here… CJ’s heard it before. But then Mick surprises him. “Can you do
