Page 152 of Shade
“Fuuuck,” Tiller draws out and lays the bike on its side. He runs over to Camden, who’s not crying, but you can tell he wants to.
Scarlet and I jog over to him as his bottom lip quivers, and he stares at Tiller. “I tried to flip and didn’t make it.”
I shove Tiller. “Ya son of a bitch. Stop telling him to do that shit when you know he can’t land it.”
Tiller shoves me back, just as hard, well no, harder and into Scarlet who’s behind me. “Fuck you. It’s not my fault he didn’t land it. He won’t know unless he tries it.”
“It’s just like you to assume everyone can just get on these bikes and do what you do,” I point out, mostly referring to what happened to Scarlet earlier. “They can’t.”
Scarlet stands between us, her hands on our chests. “Knock it off. We should get him to the hospital.”
So we do. Guess who broke their arm in two spots?
Camden.
Guess who explained to his dad what happened and offered to pay the medical bills?
Tiller.
Guess who was arrested when he punched Jerad Rivera for threatening to sue him?
Again. . . Tiller.
Guess who blew up on his dad and called him a pussy to his face for punching his best friend?
Camden.
I think I got off pretty easy on this one, but then again, I didn’t try to convince Camden to attempt a backflip on his bike. But I did manage to go to Glen Helen and stay out of my head. I like to think something was accomplished today.
It certainly wouldn’t be the end of it with Jerad Rivera either, but whatever. That dude’s a tool.
