“Look, man, I know we’ll never be best buds or nothin,’ but let me do this. It’s not out of my way or anything and—”
“Is this your way of apologizing for all those times you ripped up my homework, or punched me in the stomach, or tried to cram me into my locker?”
“Well…I—”
“Didn’t think so.” Calvin opened the door—almost knocking Mitch over in the process—and climbed down from the tow truck. “We’ll call a cab. Goodnight.” With that Calvin turned his back on them and started pressing buttons on his phone.
Mitch shrugged up at Brock. “I tried.”
Brock jumped down from the cab. “Not soon enough,” he mumbled, slamming the door and walking toward Calvin.
A minute later Brock heard the tow truck’s engine start up and drive away.
“You okay?” Calvin asked.
“What? It should be me asking you
