Chapter 25

“Thank you,” Finn said to the bespectacled woman with one crutch but no cast. She was obviously closer to “all better” than I, and maybe, just maybe, slightly charmed by the antics of two silly guys all gaga for one another. Just like Molly from the bus.

I held up my phone, leaned forward, and snapped a photo before Finn even sat all the way back in the closest seat to me yet.

“What’s that for?” he asked past the really tall man with a bandage around his pinky finger.

“Why didn’t you just ask me to trade places with your friend?” that man asked me.

“Duh.” The slap against my forehead wasn’t nearly hard enough. “A muscle head and a butter face.”

“Butter face?”

“Russel, don’t.” Finn tried to stop me from answering the stranger.

“Ugly.” I went ahead anyway.