Chapter Twelve.

"Is this it?" Brody asks me quietly, pulling up in front of my house and killing the engine. I nod at him, feeling the awkward tension rise between us.

"Yeah. About before. . . "I trail off, fiddling with the hem of my gym top. I feel bad for being blunt to Brody despite it not being intentional. He doesn't treat me like an outcast and he doesn't act like I'm invisible yet I can't seem to trust him, not yet.

"Don't mention it," Brody interrupts me, tapping away at his steering wheel. I unbuckle my seatbelt and clear my throat before opening the car door.

"Thank you for the ride." I mumble, stepping out of the car into the cold night air.