"How in the world is that possible? You came all the way here to watch a fight, you don't know your way back?" He scoffed.
"I really don't. I don't even know how I got here."
He stared at me like I was one stupid person he had never expected to meet in his life. "Are you crazy?" That didn't come out rude but I found it offensive.
My forehead puckered. "I'm not, I'm just...lost."
Groaning and muttering cuss words, he reached for a helmet on his bike then gave it to me. "Wear this." He ordered gruffly.
He was agreeing? That's nice. He seemed like the kind of person that would leave me here alone and leave no matter how many times I begged him not to.
He took the second helmet and easily wore it on his head, hopping on to his bike.
I was still struggling to wear my helmet but it
