Stupid Fast

Chapter 36: DON'T GET THE WRONG IDEA…




These weeks in July were the best ever, sort of. They were. Even with Ken Johnson, etc.

I had lots of friends. Not just Cody and Karpinski but Abby Sauter and Jess Withrow too. I’d get texts from them all day long, and I’d write funny things back, which made them call me hilarious. I also had a girlfriend who was separate from anything Ken knew. She was even more big league than him. She wasn’t one in like a million soon-to-be college athletes. She was the one in a million. She was the best. And she was fearless. And she loved me because I was gentle and weird. And I knew something else: I could tell from looking at him. Not only was I nearly as big as Ken, but I was faster. He’s squat and really explosive. I’m explosive but longer. I could stretch and beat his ass. I knew it. I could beat his ass. Felton the Barbarian.

At night, when the barbarian was asleep, Ken scared me, Andrew scared me, Jerri scared me.

In the daytime? Felton the Barbarian did really well.