My phone buzzed with a text from Naomi asking how the parents-are-back situation was going, and I was in the middle of typing back a summary of this morning’s mortifying kitchen conversation when Luca reappeared.He was grinning like he’d just won the lottery.“Well?” I asked as he slid back into the driver’s seat.“It’s official.” He held up a packet of papers with official-looking seals and signatures. “Full ride to Washington State University. They’re even covering books and meal plans.”I threw my arms around his neck, genuinely thrilled for him. This was everything he’d worked for, everything he’d dreamed about since he started playing volleyball seriously.“Luca, oh my God! This is incredible! I’m so proud of you.”“It feels weird,” he said, hugging me back. “Like, this is actually happening.”“You deserve this so much. All those hours of practice and training and putting up with Coach Martinez yelling at you—it was all worth it.”He hugged me back, burying his face in my neck f
I woke up feeling like I’d been wrung out and hung up to dry, which was probably what happened when you spent half the night alternating between guilt about fighting with your boyfriend and relief that you’d made up. The whole thing felt like emotional whiplash, but at least we were okay now.And now I was lying in bed trying to figure out how to face my parents after the mortifying conversation Mom and I were apparently going to have.The smell of pancakes was drifting up from the kitchen, which meant Dad was in a good mood. He only broke out the blueberry pancake recipe when he was feeling accomplished about something, probably still riding the high from successfully navigating Great-Aunt Millicent’s legal mess without anyone getting disinherited or arrested.I dragged myself downstairs in shorts and a tank top, hoping I could grab food and disappear before Mom ambushed me for round two of the most awkward mother-daughter talk in history.Luca was sitting at the kitchen table, scrol
But it wasn’t Luca’s pick up. It was my dad’s sedan, and both my parents were getting out, looking tired.“Lily?” Mom called out, sounding surprised. “What are you doing sitting on the steps?”“Oh,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment. “Hi. You’re back early.”“We finished up sooner than expected,” Dad said, pulling suitcases out of the trunk. “The lawyers were more efficient than we thought they’d be.”“That’s great.” I stood up, brushing off my shorts. “How did everything go?”“Better than expected,” Mom said, studying my face with that concerned parent look. “Your great-aunt left me some jewelry and a small inheritance.”“That’s really nice.”“Where’s Luca?” Dad asked, looking around like he expected him to materialize. “I thought you two would be together.”I shrugged, trying to look casual. “He had plans.”“What kind of plans?”“I don’t know. Guy stuff.”Mom raised an eyebrow. “Guy stuff?”“You know. A game or whatever.”They exchanged one of those parent looks that meant th
“I’m serious,” I said. “Both of you need to leave. Now.”“I’m not going anywhere,” Jake said. “I was here first.”“And I’m not going anywhere because someone needs to make sure you don’t harass her,” Luca added.“I’m not harassing anyone. I’m trying to have a conversation with a pretty girl, and you’re being a cockblock.”“Oh my God,” I said, putting my hands over my face. “You’re both insane.”“We’re together,” Luca said finally.“Together together? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?”“Yes.”Jake looked at me. “Is that true?”I felt trapped. If I said yes, I’d be lying in front of a bunch of people who knew us as foster siblings. If I said no, I’d be undermining whatever Luca was trying to accomplish.“Okay, enough!” I climbed back up into my lifeguard chair, hoping the height would give me some authority. “This conversation is over. Jake, please find somewhere else to swim. Luca, please go back to your job. I have work to do.”“This is ridiculous,” Jake muttered, but he started gatherin
The community pool opened at nine AM, which meant I had to be there by eight-thirty to set up chairs and test the chlorine levels and pretend I knew what I was doing as a lifeguard. The training had been thorough enough, but there’s something different about being responsible for actual people’s lives versus practicing CPR on a plastic dummy named Annie.I was adjusting the umbrella angles when I spotted Luca across the street at the community center, setting up orange cones on the basketball court. Right, I’d forgotten he did summer sports coaching for kids. He’d been doing it for two years now, teaching everything from volleyball basics to soccer drills to whatever sport the parents were willing to pay for. Good money too, apparently, though not enough to explain last night’s restaurant choice.Of course we’d end up working in the same three-block radius. Of course.He looked up, saw me watching, then very deliberately turned his attention back to his cones like I didn’t exist. Fin
“Lily, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to grab you like that.”I crossed my arms, suddenly feeling cold despite the warm evening air. “What are you so afraid I’m going to see?”“It’s not about what you’ll see. It’s about…” He ran a hand through his hair, messing up the careful styling. “Some things are complicated.”“Try me. I’m smarter than I look.”“I know you are. That’s not the point.”“Then what is the point? Because right now it feels like you think I’m too stupid or too fragile to handle whatever’s on your phone.”“That’s not what I think.”“No? Because that’s what it sounds like when you grab my hand and tell me to stay away from your stuff like I’m some kind of child.”He was quiet for a long moment, staring at the carousel horses frozen in their galloping poses. “I just need you to trust me on this.”“I do trust you. But trust goes both ways, Luca. You can’t ask me to trust you while you’re keeping secrets from me.”“Jesus, Lily. Why can’t you just let this go?”“Because this is s