Page 137 of Crank (Crank 1)

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My mom will wonder if I don’t

spend enough of her money.”

Ha, ha. I can always help.

As we drove away, he pulled me

close, rested his hand on my knee,

shifted between my legs.

Can I see you again?

“Any time, Chase.” Any time.

How weird was that? A few months

back I would have said no way.

Soon?

As soon as I could break away from

Mom’s watchful eye. Chase sure

wasn’t her type. Was he really mine?

I like you, Kristina.

“I like you, too.” I did. He

was nothing like I had imagined.

He was bright, intuitive.

Or do I like Bree?

Even if he did ask hard questions.

Jetting on the monster in spectacular

fashion, I didn’t know how to answer.

Doesn’t matter. What’s in a name?

That which we call a rose by any

other word would smell as sweet.

Chase Wagner and Bill Shakespeare.

Talk about your strange bedfellows.

I was in line for that ménage à trois.

Chase Wanted to Walk Around the Mall

with me, but I knew I wouldn’t get much

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