The Boy Who Lived Down The Street Part Two
“Henry it’s fucking eighty degrees outside and the walk back to our house is thirty-minutes!” she exclaimed. “Ri, watch your mouth, it’s a yes or no question, answer it,” Jake roughly said. That tone made Riley feel three inches tall. She turned he head to look out window, she could feel his gaze beating down on her and she was afraid to look up, he’s never talked to her like that before, and it pissed her off. “Yes, I would absolutely love a ride home.” “Lose the fucking sarcasm,...