#Chapter129

Something smells fishy, and it’s not Mack’s dead fish

Casey

My dads released me from solitary confinement to spend time with Mariana. We went to lunch, and I explained what had happened. She laughed. That is nothing new there.

“You seem to like this girl,” Mariana said as we ate.

“Larissa is different. She’s nothing like the girls who go to school with us.” 

“Good, because those girls are hoes. They were hoes when I went to school. I’m sure you could make a garden with how many hoes there are.”

I laughed. “What about Brila and Bella?” 

“They’re not hoes. Bella was oblivious that Ty was gay, and...