But Mick’s next jump sends him off the curb, straight into the path of an oncoming Lexus SUV. The driver isn’t going all that fast but she slams on the brakes anyway, and the look she throws at them could melt glass. Mick ignores it and Brendan laughs. “You’re lucky she didn’t run your ass down,” he smirks, kicking out his board. It shoots across the sidewalk and rams into the back of Mick’s battered Converse sneakers.
“Fuck you,” Mick mutters. He kicks the board back to his friend, then flicks off the SUV as it passes by.
Leaning from side to side slowly to move his board back and forth, CJ shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket and frowns at Mick’s feet. The kid is doing it all wrong. He waits too long to jump off the curb, that’s what’s throwing him off. As Mick sets up for another try, CJ suggests, “Maybe you should kick up sooner.”
Mick gives him a hateful stare. “I know what I’m doing,” he growls.