Page 11 of The Boy I Once Loved

I scowl at him. He carries me like I am weightless, the stupid muscles in his arms flexing. I don’t like being this close to him; it makes me nervous.

“Remember when we tried to skateboard down that hill behind Connor’s house and you fell on top of me and broke my arm.”

“That was not my fault. You were the one who fell off the skateboard.”

He grins. “Yeah, because you and Connor were pushing it so fast.” His eyes leave mine and I catch him looking at my chest.

"My eyes are up here," I tell him, letting him know I caught him.

“You grew boobs El.” He grins mischievously.

"And you grew a giant dick on your head," I tell him with another scowl. This just makes him chuckle louder and it makes me even more aggravated. We clear the trees, and he walks us through the park back to the car.

“Uh-oh, what have you broken now?” Connor asks, leaning his arms on the roof of the car.

“You make it sound like I’m the clumsy one. Dylan broke more bones than me.”

Connor laughs, and Dylan continues his smirking. “That’s because Dylan was always the one coming to your rescue.”

Dylan places me gently in the back of the car and as carefully as he can, he lifts my leg gently up on to the seat. I wince in pain as my ankle comes into contact with the seat. “A&E here we come!”

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