He jerks his handlebars to the side, narrowly missing crashing right into both Brendan and me. Mud sprays from his tires, coating both of us. “Cade!” I scream. “What the fuck, man,” Brendan says right after me, wiping mud from his cheeks. Cade angrily rips his helmet off. His chest heaves up and down as he stares daggers at me. It’s like Brendan isn’t even here. It’s just Cade and me. “Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he grits out.
Oooh hes jelly!!
