Crazy Horse's Girlfriend (9781940430447) Read Online Free PDF

time. He’d also said that his mother had been a drunk and his father had never been around. But Megan had it rough too. Single mother. You’d think Will would have a little sympathy for her but all he ever seemed to see in her was another person who owed him something. To look at the world like that seemed vast, empty.
    â€œSo… Julia and Treena are coming over. I talked to them Friday, at school,” I said.
    â€œSounds cool,” Jake said, trying to not look excited. Jake adored the ever-loving shit outta Julia, though he kept that to himself.
    â€œJake, are you gonna marry Julia?” I asked and Jake jumped up and put me in a headlock.
    â€œGoddammit, Jake, let me go!”
    â€œTake it back,” he said, as my hair got caught under one of his pits and pulled as he twisted me around.
    â€œJake! Dude! You fucker! Ouch!”
    â€œTake. It. Back!” he said.
    â€œNever!” He gently twisted me around for a little bit more and then let me go. I adjusted my hair and my sweatshirt and gave him the evil eye. He looked at me with a guilty expression on his face then and asked, “I didn’t hurt you did I? You’ve suffered enough physical shit for any kid your age for a while.”
    â€œI’m fine, Jake,” I said, walking over to him and hugging him. “Now let’s call your fiancé to see if she and her life partner are still coming over.” Jake’s eyes narrowed and he punched my arm.
    I walked over to the phone, and made a big production of picking it up, dialing and then making out with it and looking over at Jake and winking before anyone picked up. I hate you, he mouthed and I laughed. Julia’s foster mother answered on the third ring. Dumb bitch did nothing but sit on the couch, eat Twinkies and Doritos and watch her five trillion foster kids run around and fend for themselves.
    I talked to Julia for a minute or two and hung up.
    â€œShe and Treena are gonna come over when the Real World is over, which should be soon. They are totally addicted to it.”
    â€œWhat the fuck is the Real World ?” Jake asked.
    â€œJealous of a show?”
    â€œNo. I just don’t know what it is.”
    â€œIt’s some stupid MTV show where they take these people and make them live in a house and film them all the time. They made me watch it once. It’s like a soap opera for people our age.”
    â€œHuh,” Jake said, looking puzzled. All Jake really watched was sports, everything else to him was girlie shit.
    Jake sighed and started up the stairs. “I’m gonna go get something to eat.”
    â€œSure.” I lifted the remote and stared at it limply.
    I looked around and then turned to the old wooden table next to me. There were some magazines Jake had brought with him so I rifled through one of them for about twenty minutes before putting it down and sighing heavily. They were all motorcycle mags. Much as I liked riding the bike with Jake, reading about it interested me about as much as reading about turtles mating.
    I leaned back and closed my eyes. After a couple of minutes, I could hear Jake on the stairs.
    â€œHope you brought something good,” I yelled. I could hear Julia laughing, then saying, “I did.” An unfamiliar male laugh followed hers. I sat up.
    Julia came down first, and she was followed by a boy I’d never seen before, or at least didn’t recognize. He was lanky, a little taller than me and quite a bit darker too, with long dark eyes and short, spiky black hair.
    â€œHi,” I said. “I’m Margaritte.”
    â€œI’m Mike.” He put his hand out and we shook. “You know, I’ve seen you around.”
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œYeah. Reading in the stairwells outside.”
    â€œI do that,” I said.
    â€œYes, you do,” he said and laughed. I laughed too, though I felt like a jackass.
    â€œSo what do you like to