Chapter 3
Lucas ran his fingertip along the open zipper of his wetsuit, using its plastic teeth to offset the numbness he felt. He watched Dave wave his decorated arm around in triumph and do a little victory dance that kicked sand up everywhere. A fair amount of it flicked straight into Lucas’s face where he sat, but he didn’t complain.
Dave’s forearm was adorned with a series of giant numbers in thick black marker that ran from wrist to elbow. Lucas visualised him showing off Sarah’s phone number to everyone in school the next day and almost smiled. Almost.
Across the street, Kelly and Sarah were walking away, chatting as they headed home. Kelly glanced back at them, causing Dave to stumble to a sudden halt and try to look casual. The girls were still close enough that Lucas could see
