Rogue

“I didn’t know you knew how to drive. Or that you had a license.”

I glanced over at Claire sitting in the passenger seat of her car, for once. I smirked.

“I did have a car before, you know. And of course I know how to drive. I got my driver’s license ages ago. I will admit that I didn’t drive around often because I had people to do it for me, but I don’t mind doing this for you.”

“What about your injury?”

I lost the smirk, wincing at her words as my right knee gave a phantom ache. I removed a hand from the steering wheel to rub it a bit, frowning.

“It’s a busted knee, but I did receive treatment for it, you know. I spent a long time on crutches before I could put much weight on it, and it still acts up sometimes, but it’s not like it means I absolutely can't drive.”

The most annoying thing was the phantom pain, and I didn’t know when it would attack me, though. It was one of the major reasons why I kept asking other people to drive me around or taking taxis even after I could walk aro