Page 150 of Finding Storm

“Why does everyone break down there?”

“Maybe because it’s the main road in town,” Beck says, back to his sarcastic ways, and I flip him the bird even though he can’t see.

“I don’t want to do it.” I’m practically whining.

“Come on. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need your help.”

That’s true. Beck only asks for a favor when he’s in a bind.

But still …

“You really need to hire someone to help you. I can’t just be dropping stuff here to come help you out.” Not that I’m super busy at the moment. Currently just lying on my bed, feeling sorry for myself.

“Last time I’ll ask, Stevie. Promise.”

“Yeah. Sure it will be. What’s the car?”

“White BMW.”

“Name?”

Silence.

“Beck … you did get a name, right?”

“I forgot …”

“Christ’s sake.” I sigh.

“I was busy when I took the call!”

“You always are.”

“I do know that it’s a guy who has broken down. Actually, there’re two of them. I heard the other guy in the background.”

“Oh, well, that’s great. Two dudes to murder me instead of one.”

“Drama queen.”

“Buttmunch.”

“Whiny ass.”

“How about you shut the hell up? If you want me to do this favor for you, then you’ll stop flapping your lips right about now.”

He chuckles. “Thanks, Stevie. I owe you.”

“Whatever.” I roll my eyes. “Be there in five to collect the truck.”

I hang up on him and sigh the loudest sigh I can.

Someone upstairs hates me. Like really hates me.

I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I roll my shoulders.

I can do this. It’s no biggie.

Main Street is fairly long. I’ll just avoid looking at the place where I picked up Storm. Like I’m avoiding looking at anything in this town that reminds me of him.