#Chapter121

Meet crazy

Casey

Coop and I leaned halfway out of his bedroom window. Larissa stood in the driveway.

“Listen, crazy. We don’t have time for the pokey,” I said.

“That was one time. It’s not my fault a person left their horse alone,” Larissa said.

“What type of girls do you meet?” He asked me.

“They’re the clinically insane. I blame my dad, Gavin.” I shrugged.

Larissa disappeared, and we saw her climbing the tree next to Coop’s house like a monkey. We watched her swing her body up on a branch and walk on it like a balance beam. Did this chick take gymnastics?

Larissa moved along the...