“I don’t want to walk home…” My whine was drowned out by the loud, abrasive rumbling of motorcycles, and I kicked my heel against the concrete. Now that’s just the universe rubbing salt in the wound. Fiddling with my phone, the flashlight still illuminating my mangled bike, my fingers trembled slightly as a grimace painted itself across my face. “It’s too late to call my dad… why- why couldn’t this happen yesterday or tomorrow?”
“Hey!” Whirling around at the feminine call, I pursed my lips together as three motorcyclists came to an easy stop on the curb. The woman closest to me pulled up her vizor, and I pointed my cell phone light at her to peer through the darkness. “You need some help? Someone f****d up your bike.”
“Yeah- I know.” Answering blandly, I raked my hand through my hair aga
