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his chest with her finger. She was a couple of inches shorter than him, but the angry look in her eyes made him wary of her a little.
    “Why don’t you just mind your own business?!” she cried.
    “I can’t!” he cried back.
    “Why not?!”
    “Because I thought you’d get all sniffy and I was gonna give you my jacket!” he yelled.
    She blinked at him, taken back. He looked away from her, but even through the heavy downpour, the red in his cheeks were apparent. He pushed her back under the awning before taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her shoulders. He plopped his butt on the edge of the pavement and slumped his chin to the palm of his hand.
    She looked at him and the jacket before sitting down beside him. She was staying a little dry, but he was getting pelted on, so she pulled him closer to her so he could get under the awning. It was his turn to blink at her in confusion.
    “Thanks,” she mumbled, and he scoffed.
    “Yeah well, don’t think I’ll do it again,” he said, making her scowl.
    “It wouldn’t kill you to be nice to me!” she remarked. He didn’t say anything in reply and she shook her head, slumping her back against the wall. She wished her mother would come soon. She was really cold now, and she didn’t know how long she could take this nosy boy’s attitude any longer.
    But, she had to admit that waiting out in the rain wasn’t so bad when you have someone else to wait with.
    “I’m Brooke,” she mumbled, unsure whether he’d reciprocate with her introduction. He stayed quiet for a few moments figuring that Brooke didn’t hear her, and then he spoke.
    “David,” he said softly.
    And, despite their reluctance to express even a tiny sense of civility, they looked at each other and smiled.
     

 
    *****
     
    David:
    If anyone ever tells you to NOT chase a truck with a motorcycle, word of advice: Follow them. It’ll keep you from within an inch of death, I’ll tell you that.
    Although it pains me to say it, I have to. Brooke was right. I shouldn’t have let that moment escalate the way it did, but how was I supposed to know that the little weasel would have a contingency plan and take the drugs with him?
    ”You never know how these things will turn out! That’s basically the reason why people think before they do something crazy, dumbass!”
    And now, even my thoughts are using her voice in reprimanding myself; wonderful.
    I shook it off and spurred my bike faster, keeping an eye on the little shit by the window looking at me with his eyes wide with fear. That’s right, you better be scared, little shit. I hung back until I was tailing the truck, letting go of one handle to point my gun at one of the locks. I took aim and fired.
    I hit the latch and the door swung open, revealing two men inside plus the driver I was after. I revved the engine and raised the front of my bike, accelerating to the opening. My front wheel touched the floor and I rammed my bike inside, jumping out of it and quickly hitting the guy in the face with my fist. I heard the sound of a gunshot firing, felt something bounce off my helmet, and I glared at the perpetrator. This bastard just tried to shoot me! I jumped him and butted my helmet-clad head to his, knocking him out cold.
    I got up and turned my head slowly to my target, his face pale-white. He was trembling very badly, and I could already see a wet spot forming in his trousers. I smirked malevolently at him, although he probably couldn’t tell with my helmet and all.
    “Keep your eyes on the road and give me the drugs, and maybe, I’ll let you live,” I said.
    “You are so fucking irresponsible!” Brooke said, slamming her hands on the table and making every glass on top of it shake. I glared at her and held my glass, so it wouldn’t topple down and soil my pants.
    “I got the job done. Why the fuck does it matter how I did it?” I asked grouchily. She blows her gasket every time, I’m over it already.
    “It matters because