7

“Aw, look at all that cuteness.”

“You call it cuteness, I call it chaos. They run me ragged, and I can swim two hundred yards in one-fifty point eight.”

“Impressive.” I grabbed the books I needed and closed my locker.

“You should come watch me practice.”

“Maybe I will.”

His eyes twinkled. “Yeah? I thought I’d have to work a little harder to get you to say yes.”

“Half naked guys in itty bitty Speedos. What’s not to like?”

“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” Laughter bubbled in his chest. “Can I walk you to class?”

“Sure.” I shrugged, keeping a respectable distance between us. It wasn’t like we were dating, not really. We’d hung out a few times. Maybe shared a kiss in the library last week.

My cheeks burned as I remembered his words.

“You know, my friends told me you were a lost cause. Said that you and Aaron Bennet were a thing.”

I’d instantly regretted it—not that I’d kissed him, but that I’d done it out of anger. Because a few days before, I had watched Aaron kiss Zara, and I wanted to get ba