Glass (Crank 2)

describe. He looks at me

like a barracuda, scoping

bait.

Ravenous. Suspicious.

Curious. Delicious. (Him,

not me.) I feel like a

freight

train has steamed right

into me, and when he smiles

a hungry smile, I decide Robyn’s

tardiness must be

fate.

I Watch Him

Climb the stairs past me,

try to keep all hint of drool

inside my mouth, where it belongs.

Guess whose door he knocks on.

“Robyn isn’t home yet.”

He turns, eyes narrowing

into discerning slits. She’s always

late. I swear she gets lost,

driving ten blocks from school

to home. The name’s Trey.

“Hey, Trey. I’m Kri…

[Bree!] The voice inside

my brain practically shouts.

“Br…” No, I’m not her

anymore. “Kristina.”

Trey smiles. Good to meet

you, Kri-Br-Kristina. You a friend