Chapter 11
Finn was surprised when he saw Brody leaning up against his truck the next evening. He wore his blue hoody again, and his smart black trousers. He propped his surfboard up on the pavement, gave Finn a brief smile, then glanced away.
Trent sighed, then raised his hands into the air. “I don’t even want to know.”
“He’ll just want a ride, that’s all.”
“Then he should ask his friends, not you.”
Finn shrugged. “I really don’t mind.”
“That’s because you’re too soft for your own good.”
Finn rolled his eyes and strolled over to his truck. Brody pushed off from the side and kept his gaze low.
“Hey.”
“So, I’m guessing you want a ride?”
Brody nodded at the pavement, then scratched the back of his head.
“Get in then.” Finn said.
Brody placed his board in the back, then moved arou
