Page 122 of Fallout (Crank 3)


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more like canned sardines.

MAYBE I’M WRONG

About the attraction

being mutual after all.

As always lately, when I get

to school, I immediately

scan the halls for Bryce,

and when I finally spot him,

he is nose to nose with

Tiffany Garcia. My cheeks

flame. Is everybody looking?

Tick-tick-tick-tick goes

my heart. Fast. Faster.

My fingers start to tingle.

No. Not now. Everybody

is looking, and if I freak

out, I’m completely ruined.

As I take deep and deeper

breaths, a voice falls over

my shoulder. What’s up with that?

Cherie. Just perfect. Inhale.

“I really don’t know.” It’s all

I can find enough air to say.

I JERK MY LOCKER OPEN

Hard. Too Hard.

The neat stacks spill

into each other, onto

the floor. Now everyone

is gawking my way for sure.

Are you okay?

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