Chapter 42 Real Ugly
- I knew the sound of his bike being tossed aside as he leapt off it and ran down the hill. Half sliding as he skid to me.
- His face was smudged with brown, and he caught my arms to pull me from under my bike to steady me onto my knees. “Are you okay?”
- He frantically pushed the hair from my face with one hand. Inspecting my cheeks and seeing if my eyes could focus on him. “Are you alright?”