Chapter 14
Whatever, Mermaid
By the time I reach Wednesday of the next week, my shoulders finally relax and my stomach stops aching every time I see my dad, every time I see him with a scowl as he looks down at his phone. If no one has sent a video by now of me dancing at the Beanery last weekend, I’m probably in the clear.
And no one noticed the desperate state of the soles of my feet on Sunday morning when I got to the pool—despite Sierra and Lily and I sitting on the edge of Lily’s tub with loofas trying to scrub off the grime from the Beanery’s dance floor, I still showed up to swim practice with frighteningly discolored feet. Thank goodness for chlorine—by the time I left Sunday afternoon, they were nice and pink again!
But knowing that Adrian Brooks has my number? Yeah, I basical
