Page 42 of Crank (Crank 1)


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Hey, Bree.

His voice dripped

honey and cream,

irresistible poison.

You been avoiding me?

I plead not guilty,

argued spending time

with my dad.

All-night bowling?

He knew too much. I

fumbled for change,

came up short.

No worries. My treat.

He paid for my Pepsi,

asked if he could

walk me back.

I’ll be good. Honest.

Hip brushing hip,

his hand slipped

around my waist.

You on your own today?

Heartbeat bombs

went off in my head.

Spectacular.

Can we talk awhile?

His Mom Was at Work

We went to his apartment, a nice

quiet place to talk awhile.

Mind if I light up?

What could I say? It was his

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