CHAPTER 7
BLAKE MAKES A FRIEND
“We can get an Uber if you don’t want to take the bus.” I said, and Eddie shook his head no.
“I need to get used to taking the bus. My pickup truck died, and I’m thinking it’s time to either replace it, or start taking public transit.” Eddie began walking toward the bus stop, and I hustled to keep up with him. He had long legs and was at least four or five inches taller than me.
When we lived together at the Messerschmidts', Eddie had been a beanpole. Tall and skinny, but there had always been something about him that intrigued me. He had been a quiet kid, and because of that, he’d been a target for bullies. Unfortunately for him, his bullies weren’t just other kids on the playground, they were adults.
“A few years ago, I did the math. Public Transit and
