After school, Abby and I held hands until we reached her car. She gave me a quick kiss, and I headed to my truck, only to discover all four tires had been slashed and the windshield was smashed.
I looked around and found Abby in the process of pulling out of her parking space on the opposite side of the lot. Without hesitation, I ran toward her car. "Abby, wait!"
After several agonizing seconds of running, she stopped and opened her door. Panting, I tried to regain my breath. I didn't think I had an athletic bone in this body.
"Ash, what's wrong?"
"My tires were slashed. I need a ride home."
Her eyes widened. "I'll take you home, but we need to report this."
I shook my head, already knowing how that would go. "That won't do anything. When I get home
