“That’s right. He’ll be crying down at the road begging me to save him, and I’ll be like, ‘You should have been nice to me, Blake, because now you’re going to die.’” I put on a huge smile. A look of concern flashes across Dad’s face. “What?” I shrug. “He’s a rotten, terrible, stupid boy.” “I know, but just because he’s terrible doesn’t mean you need to be.”
