#Chapter88

Well, sh*t

Gabe

I booked it out of there, leaving the plate and food on the floor. I ran down the stairs and out of the house, jumping over the fence into Nate's backyard. Something pulled on my leg as I fell and smacked the ground. Nate and Deacon stared at me.

I got up and stood there for a minute. Then I hobbled over to Nate and Deacon.

"What are you doing?" Nate asked me.

"Trying to keep what dignity I have left," I said.

"I thought your driving was bad. It doesn't compare to your athletic skills," Deacon said.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, then opened...