Chapter 5I find Jason around the side of the house holding the hose to his open mouth letting the running water flush it out. As he catches sight of me, he glares and reaches for the faucet. I have my words planned for the moment the water is off.
He cranks the handle. Jason turns the hose, now shooting out a full stream, and puts his thumb over the end as he sprays me in the face.
Needless to say, I jump back. Jason keeps the water jetting at me.
“Hey!” I shout.
Jason throws the hose on the ground and stomps off toward the car. “I quit.”
“Quit?” The foreign word sputters from my lips.
“Yeah, I quit!” he throws back over his shoulder before he spits out another mouthful of yuck on my brick driveway. As he passes by one of the tall, round planters he pulls his phone from his pocket a
