She breathed out hard, hanging on to her own temper with fisted hands. “Xavier Tristan Rud, if you do not get over here and tell me what the /fucking hell/ is going on I will melt your skateboard for scrap.”
Shit. She hadn’t meant to say that.
❝What the hell are you talking about, Summer?❞
{ a confused gaze clouded over his features
for a small moment, but he scoffed soon after. }❝Honestly, you’re just as insane as the rest of the people in these damn flats.❞
{ and even if she found a way to melt his board,
then he’d just buy a new one simple as that. }
She stalked closer, reached out, and shoved him off the skateboard. Then she fisted a hand in the front of his shirt. “Xavier. My sanity, or lack thereof, is not in question here. What. The hell. Is going on.”