Chapter 5The next day I picked up Becca so she could watch The Maniacs practice. Steve and Zack sometimes had people come watch us too, so this wasn’t unusual.
“Oh, I almost forgot, I got you something the other day,” I told her in the car, and handed her the newest CD by The Offspring. “I thought you’d like it.”
“Damn, Amy. Thanks! Let’s listen to it now!”
We pulled up to Steve’s garage blaring “Pretty Fly For a White Guy.” Everyone else was already there.
I had conveniently forgotten that Becca had told me she thought Steve was hot until we got there and she jumped out of the car, new CD forgotten, and ran right up to him, where he was sitting in the garage with pages of lyrics in his hand.
I twirled my drumsticks around and meandered to the drums, nodding at Zack.
“How was your da
