We couldn’t go fast. Jordan’s leg was injured badly enough that he needed us to keep going.
Realizing that, he pulled out from under our arms. “Go, you guys.” He waved us ahead, looking wrecked. “Seriously. Go. I might not get in as much trouble since I got jumped.”
It was a valid point, but my gut was blaring loud and obnoxious alarms.
I shook my head. “No, Jordan. You gotta come with us.” I shared a look with Cross. We’d have to carry him. Jordan was over two hundred pounds. It would take all three of us.
“Come on.” Cross stood in front of him. “Don’t jerk. Got it? You’ll s**t my back.”
Jordan’s eyes were wide, disbelieving, but Cross bent down, tucked his head to Jordan’s side and whoosh. He scooped him up, fireman-carry style.
My mouth hung open.
The sight of Jordan wrapped arou
