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bike.  I was good at beating the shit out of things, but chicks crying?  I would rather someone kick me in the nuts a bunch of times than have to deal with a crying girl.
    I didn't think she saw me yet.  I could just ride away.  It's not like I know her .
    I thought of Althea, about the look on her face if she knew I had just abandoned some girl on the side of the road.  Goddamn it, Althea, I thought.  Even from beyond the grave you still know how to guilt me into doing what you think is right.   Now I was going to have to get involved in some drama I didn't need.
    Swinging my leg over the seat, I dismounted the bike and stood a few feet away, watching her.  I was waiting for an excuse, anything she might do or say that would give me a reason to get back on my bike and burn rubber out of there.  I was still pissed about her cutting me off, even if she was a total mess on the side of the road.  I shut her driver's side door with a bang, but I didn’t kick a dent in it with my boot.  Even though I wanted to.  Give me a reason, I thought.
    The girl jumped up, wiping her mouth on her hand.  She might be a mess but she’s hot mess, I thought.  Emphasis on hot.   Keep your dick in your pants, Blaze.
    She looked up at me, with big brown doe eyes and pouty lips, tears still wet on her cheeks.  I squinted at her.  Yup, she had snot dripping from her nose.  Not that I’d kick her out of bed, even for that.  I looked her over.  Shit, she had to be all of twenty.
    "You ok?" I asked.  She blinked back tears, lower lip still trembling, and I shifted uncomfortably.  Getting a hard on here for this kid stranded on the side of the road with snot dripping out of her nose was the last thing I needed.  Of course, she was hardly a kid.  Hot wasn't really the right word either.  Hot was for the girls I banged regularly, the ones with fake tits and tattoos.  This girl was something else entirely.
    She was beautiful even with vomit on her shirt.  The scarf tied around her head barely kept her brown hair restrained, and pieces fell out of it, giving her this wild look.  She had another scarf tied around her neck, which was really out of place, like something from a fifties movie.  But what the hell did I know about fashion.  She wore jeans and a long sleeved black shirt, even though it was still eighty degrees outside, but the clothes couldn't disguise her hourglass figure.  I had to force myself to not picture her naked.
    "I ran out of gas," she said, sniffling.  She wiped he r nose on the back of her hand.
    I hid a smile.  That's karma, I thought.  But seriously, what was with kids these days?  Run out of gas on the side of the road, and you're crying and puking?  I'd be thumbing or hiking down to the gas station, not acting like it was the end of the world.  I almost hated to offer her a ride.  She obviously needed some life skills.  And you only got life skills by learning how to cope when shit happened, like figuring out what to do when you ran out of gas and were stranded on the side of the road.
    But then again, she was really hot.
    "Okay.  But are you al l right?"  I asked, gesturing toward the grass where she'd been vomiting, not because I was all that concerned, but because I was just having a hard time believing anyone would be this much drama over running out of gas.
    "Yes."  She paused, sniffling again.  "No.  I'm just having a really bad day."
    No shit, I thought.  I was about to give her a lesson in bad days, like the one I'd nearly had when she ran me off the road, but she spoke too quickly.
    "I'm sorry about almost running you off the road before.  I didn't see you at all.  I was going to stop, but you were still riding..."
    I stared at her, trying to tell whether she was just some kid having a shitty day or whether she was an entitled rich bitch who needed to learn a lesson about riding bikers off the road.  Then her big brown eyes welled up again, and she blinked back tears .  I