Now when he phrased it that way, it sounded just plain unreasonable. But Carly knew the score. No, she was being good. He was just an asshole. "I'm not a kid!" she shouted, voice bordering on a scream. "This stupid fucking college doesn't take kids, it's for old people that want to learn like they're kids!" Clearly, this was the college's fault. "There's a difference!"
Sitting forward on the bike, she glared at him from behind her dark glasses. "And I didn't ask for the keys! I said if you were going somewhere, I wanted to ride on the back! You are telling lies." Her memory for her own faults was fairly short, blocking out those fuzzy, inconvenient truths. "I didn't get to bring mine here, I missed it!"