Elena
Matthew was gone for most of every day since we told his parents about me. I had no doubts in my mind that his father was behind it. Matthew would come home exhausted and I couldn't blame him when he'd fall asleep while I told him about my boring days of doing absolutely nothing.
Usually I would spend my summers with Jocelyn by the pack house pool, sipping on lemonade and getting tanned. Or Jocelyn would tan and I'd burn, look like a cooked crab and then peel. I would read a book next to her and she would flip through magazines or play on her phone. Sometimes Matt would hang out with us (her) and we would actually swim.
Not to brag, but I was a better swimmer than both of them. I was faster and could hold my breath longer. It always irked Matt that he could never beat me in hold
