Adontis drove around to the back of the house without me telling him, great minds think alike after all. I was able to get off of my bike without any problems from my busted hand but the dull ache was annoying.
“No garage, so where do you stash such a nice ride?” He asked. I pointed into the shady dark bushes growing towards the side of the house with my good hand and he nodded before walking it into the shadows. Once he’d covered it up well, he walked back over to me. We looked at each other for a moment without speaking.
I wasn’t too sure what you’re supposed to say after breaking your hand punching someone in the face; ‘sorry’ was already off of the table. I didn’t know what his reason for being silent was.
His eyes wandered down to my hand which I was still holding against myself
