I stare at the bank and see Ana.
My heart drops.
I am in so much trouble.
I don't know what to do.
I break away from Brock, who looks shocked.
Ana stares at him then at me.
"What are you doing?" she shrieks.
"Nothing," I say, defensively.
"It's my fault," Brock replies.
He looks crestfallen.
"No," I say.
I don't want him taking the blame for this.
He and Jeremiah have more of a relationship than me and Jeremiah after all.
"Oh how romantic," Ana mocks. "You're both trying to take the blame. It must be true love!"
I hurry to the water's edge and heave myself out.
"Ana, please don't tell Jeremiah..."
She narrows her eyes at me. "And why would I keep a secret for you?"
I have no good answer.
"Please," I say.
She scoffs. "You're making out with one of his best friends behind
