I pulled up to the curb a couple of houses down from hers. The last thing I needed was for her parents to see her getting out of a car driven by an eighteen-year-old guy with a bloody face. “Thank you for the ride,” Rain said quietly. “And thanks for being so nice to me.” “Yeah, no problem,” I replied, turning to rest my elbow against the back of the passenger seat. “But please swear to me you’ll never go back there or be around that guy again.” She didn’t even hesitate. “I swear.” “Good.” She got out of the car, and I waited the two minutes it took for her to run to her house and get inside
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