"You stole my car," Hyde said uncertainly, unsure of how to feel as Jackie dropped his car keys onto the counter of the Forman's kitchen.
"I brought it back," she replied nonchalantly, as if it wasn't a big deal in the first place.
And maybe it wasn't. Hyde couldn't tell if he was angry, or if he even wanted to be.
"You were able to handle the El Camino?"
"It wasn't too difficult," she shrugged, "Mr. Forman taught me some stuff about cars."
He glanced at Jackie. She was biting her lip. Her shirt was tight.
"That is so hot."
