Poor Wolf, he never stood a chance. It was why when he uncuffed me and began apologizing like the sweet little soul he is, I slammed my forehead— I’ve been told I have a boulder skull by a lot of people— on his and he passed out.
I also stole Decker’s bike and lighter because the f**k, I could.
Why would I want a girl that keeps running laps around me like a b***h in heat?
“What a f*****g ass,” I took a drag from my cigarette, looking to my left and right.
His bike had ran out of juice, and I was too f*****g mad to call him, but I knew I didn’t have to. He’s probably already on his way, cursing the s**t out of me, maybe even—
“I don’t usually meet people on the way here,”
I looked forward. The car parking right next to me had come so f*****g quietly my heart did a jumpstart. And
