Chapter Six

The ride home was quiet. I couldn’t tell if Sean was choosing to avoid confrontation by staying quiet or if it was actually out of respect to me. I enjoyed the silence. It wasn’t awkward or tense, it was just quiet.

“You can turn here,” I directed as he approached my road. The familiar line of look-alike houses down the street made me relax. I was home, or close to.

The farther he got down my street, the more I realized I needed to go surf. It was late and my mother would kill me if she found out, but I had to get to the water.

“Will you do me a favor?” I asked Sean as my house grew closer.

Sean rose an eyebrow and hesitated. It looked like he was bracing for impact. I had to hold back my laughter.

“What?”

“Pull over right here,” I pointed to the cul-de-sac across from my house. Sean turned his wheel abruptly, sliding into the cul-de-sac and waiting for more instructions.