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Luckily, this time it was one with compressed water instead of the chemical.

It was no less upsetting, though.

Which was why I was stupid and tried to follow the stupid trucks.

I knew as soon as I rounded the corner that I wouldn’t catch them, but that didn’t stop me from trying.

I slowed once my legs refused to cooperate, and I doubled over, my hands on my knees, as I breathed in and out heavily.

“Fuck me,” I growled, straightening and throwing my hands up over the back of my head.

My fingers crossed, and I glared at the ground under my feet, so fucking pissed off I could barely stand it.

My fingers tightened in my hair and I nearly shouted out my frustration.

I probably would have had I not already looked fucking terrible.

“Drew,” the neighbor that lived at the top of my street said when I finally made it back to my road. “It start raining on your run?”

I shook my head.

“No, Dolores,” I answered grimly. “Stupid kids thought it’d be funny to spray me with a fire extinguisher.”

Dolores’ eyes went wide.

“You mean those boys?” She pointed at the car that was at the very end of the block.

Right in front of the house that was directly next to mine.

The one that Aspen said belonged to a couple that had a lot of domestic disputes.

Ideally, I shouldn’t have gone over there.

It wouldn’t accomplish anything.

Surely, all I would be able to find out about the ones that owned the truck was that they were a couple of teenagers, and wouldn’t do it anymore.

But I couldn’t help myself.

The closer I got, the more decisive I became until I was standing on their front porch, knocking.

The door opened and the woman who answered it looked at me like I was a lunatic.

“Can I help you?” She sniffed, clearly put out that she had to answer the door in the first place.

“You know the boy who drives that truck?” I asked, pointing to the first truck.

The second one wasn’t there, and I could only assume that they’d gone home.

Lucky for them.

Because I was about to rip the kid who drove this truck a new one.

“I’m sorry, but why do you want to know?” She snapped.

I gestured to my body.

“This was from whomever was in the backseat of the truck that decided to spray me with a fire extinguisher,” I informed her.