Whitewater Gorge i don't know nothing about mopeds

! him? emotional, hah! tegan stuck out his tongue in a look of disgust. "emotions? never heard of her," he said quickly, then shrugged. "just some asshat came at her... i don't know what he wanted... maybe to kill her? he didn't touch her-- she ran away quick enough and my uncle colt showed up to chase him off but, still. fuckin whack," he said with a furrowed brow. that guy was just a different level of dickery. ugh. tegan didn't have words to describe the guy, really. he always gave clover a lot of shit-- he always considered her the dumbest of the crew-- but this was something else.