![]() ![]() ![]() Swinging back blindly, bare feet slipping in the sand, Adam fails to connect with any part of the larger boy. “You’re not really giving me a ride,” he says flatly.īurst of pain as Sean’s knuckles crack across his nose.Īdam’s eyes close, and he must bring his hands to his face, because there’s nothing blocking Sean’s fists from a series of quick jabs into his left side. When Molly and Kyle are no longer visible, Sean stops walking, and Adam realizes what should have been obvious ten minutes earlier. ![]() With arrangements finalized and keys exchanged, the two groups start in different directions. “Okay, I’ll give you a call tomorrow?”Īdam would bet his scholarship that he’ll never hear from her again. “It’s fine, if that’s what you want,” Adam says, always good at convincing people of things that aren’t true. “I don’t know,” she says again, close to tears. “I’m closer to Z’s house anyway,” Sean offers. “You would?” She looks to Sean, then seems to remember Adam is the one she needs to check in with. You and Kyle go back in your car, and I’ll make sure Z gets home.” The younger Dooley offers a creepy smile. “Sean can take him, can’t you?” Kyle asks. “I drove, and Adam won’t have a way back.” ![]()
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