Brooklyn sighs. Oh you poor thing. You don’t seem to reali- Brooklyn grabs his arm and yanks him hard to the left. Moments later a piece of broken metal falls where the jock had been standing.
As I was saying... you have no idea what is going on do you? Well. No matter. Feel up to carrying me out of here? In return, we can work on your grammar. I’m sure you’ll enjoy my tutelage.
And before the boy could say anything, Brooklyn lept up and parked herself on his shoulders.