I swam until my arms felt like rubber and my lungs screamed for air.
The water didn’t help much though. It never did when the storm was inside my head.
When I finally dragged myself out of the pool, I sat at the edge, elbows on my knees, dripping wet and breathing hard. The locker room was quiet, just the hum of the old fluorescent lights and the faint splash of some freshman doing laps at the far end.
Everything about today had been messed up.
Seeing her with him—that smile, that easy laugh—hit harder than it should have and made the entire day messed up.
I knew the deal. We were pretending. A scheme. A game. Something cooked up to mess with Caleb and that cheerleader parasite. Nothing really intense. But then, somewhere between that long, slow kiss at the game and the way she look
