How could one man make me feel so on edge? I don't even know him. But god-damn was he an irritating fucker. Thinking he was funny tormenting me. It may be what they did in his team, but I was not on the rink. Nor was I anything to do with his damn team.
Having made somewhat of a fool of myself, I gave Jayden my address, and he told me my car would be returned to me tonight. I was just glad that I did not need to sit through another of his goodwill gesture drives if he had decided to be my taxi again tomorrow if the car had not been ready. Not only was it awkward as hell, but it was hard not to notice the ay that he winced in obvious pain as he moved in certain ways. The man should not be on the road. Every little pained gasp, or slight suck of his breath had me turning to look in his dir
