“You sure you wanna do that?” He tilts his head, giving me an amused look. “Oh yeah. Let’s go, boat boy.” He furrows his brow. “Boat boy?” “You know, because of the navy and, like, boats and stuff . . . shut up,” I say. I’m flustered and already sore. I’m beyond tired too, because he woke me up before the crack of dawn. “You got this, Casey,” Tessa yells. “Not the trash talk, though, but we’ll work on that later.”
