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Apparently, it’s really promising for lots of different people with disabilities. I think I’d love to find a way to be involved with that: using the thing I love, ice skating, to help people.
I’m not sure how I’d get involved in it, though. Maybe I should ask around Ridley’s Physical Therapy department to see if anyone knows more about it, or research it more online and try to find people in the space to reach out to.
These thoughts are running through my mind as I walk to my first class from my house—but I’m jolted out of them when a car’s horn blares at me while crossing a street.
I flinch and turn towards the sound, my eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. There’s a stop sign right there, and I have the right of way.
If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s entitled drivers.
My brow only furrows more when I turn towards the car and find Hunter leaning out of the driver’s side window.
“Get in,” he says, a smile on his face.
“Hunter? What are you doing?”
“Picking you up.”
I shake my head, my mouth falling open in surprise. “I have class!”
“Not today,” he says with an easy grin. “Get in.”
“But, I …” I’m cut off by the other cars behind Hunter honking their horns. They actually have a reason to do so, since traffic is backing up behind him.
“You’re holding up traffic, Pheebs,” he drawls, his grin growing slyer.
For a second, my stomach sinks at the thought of entering a car. It’s still not something I’m totally comfortable with after the accident.
But to my surprise, the feeling only lasts a second. As soon as it arrives, it’s gone.
For some reason, knowing that it’ll be Hunter driving … it makes me more comfortable with the idea of riding in a car.
While I’m having this revelation, the cars behind Hunter are only honking more, and a couple people are shouting some not-very-nice things out their windows.
Hunter is totally unphased by it all, still fixing his sly, amused look on me.
“You’re gonna make someone late for work, Phoebe,” he says, tilting his head to the passenger side, urging me to get it.
I sigh, shaking my head, but feeling the edges of my lips tip up at the same time.
I hurry to the passenger seat. When I sit down in it, close the door behind me, and buckle my seatbelt, that sinking feeling in my stomach does come back—but, again, only for a moment.
Hunter turns to me and shoots me a wink, and that’s all it takes to make me feel okay.
“I really do have class,” I say again, my voice firmer as the car starts moving.
Hunter shakes his head, not taking his eyes off the road. “Not today, you don’t.”
My brow lowers and I tap my tongue against my lip. “I can’t miss class, Hunter.”
“You recently said you couldn’t come three times in a row, and I proved you wrong about that.”
He says it so casually, but the words make heat blaze between my legs.
We reach a red light, and he looks at me, a playful smile on his lips. “Cutting class won’t kill you. How many classes have you missed so far this semester?”
“None.”
He chuckles. “Exactly. You don’t have any exams or anything to turn in today, do you?”
