Crank (Crank 1)

weather in Reno is an

yak a hundred words a

exceptionally mixed bag).

minute, and I knew my

suspicions were accurate.

Those goody-goody girls,

flipping perfect cartwheels

and pert little ponytails,

most definitely accelerated

their metabolisms. The only

question was: how?

I Pondered That

while I picked out

my own underwear.

As I handed the saleslady

Mom’s credit card, someone

tapped my shoulder.

Hey, Bree. Can I see

your panties.

Chase! I tried to think

of a witty comeback,

managing mostly to look

like a stuttering fool.

“Uh-oh, uh—old or new?”

Either, or. Better yet, both.

What’s up? Where you been?

Like he’d been looking

for me since Wild Waters.

Like I’d been avoiding him.

You haven’t been avoiding me,