Yeah he’d fucked this one up, again. No, not him, William. And her. Not Rosie—fucking Maria. He’d managed to not say her name in his mind—he was that pissed at her. He wanted to pull his bike over, go to Rosie and explain everything … that he was an idiot. Yes, Josh was an idiot for letting William be an idiot. Gripping the throttle tighter, he pushed on, turning in totally the wrong direction of where he needed to go. Maria could call and fucking cry for all he cared. It was always when she needed something. Always when her hour of need was up. She wasn’t ruining this for him. It was over, she had to realise that. He pushed on down the road, and it was almost a relief when Rosie went straight on the other road. The distant sound of her car backfiring made him pause and listen. Maybe he needed to go that way and see if she needed any help. It backfired again, the mechanical gunshot in the silence of the streets, farther away, though.
