Chapter 2
“Get in, butt munch,” Randy called from his busted Chevy Cavalier. He chugged from a two liter of Mountain Dew and Oasis blared from the aftermarket speakers he crammed into the trunk.
Trotting down the porch steps, I threw a middle finger in his direction while wagging my tongue. He repaid the favor while leaning across the seat and throwing the passenger door open for me. “Missed you too.”
“Whatever.”
“Have fun at your Mom’s this weekend?”
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