Deep End

by Ali Hazelwood

I can be brave. I can be anything for noodles.

Truth

“And doing as it’s told.” He looks like he might find that more appealing. “What a good elephant.”

The subject line just reads What you need. The body: If you decide to go for it, I think it should be me.

Scarlett: Do you really want to be reminded of my computational superiority that often? Unknown: I do. I have a thing for women who are smarter than me.

I don’t get to finish that sentence. Because Lukas Blomqvist takes a long step, pushes me into the wall, and kisses me.

Highly susceptible to inspirational messaging. Must NOT join cult.

“He taught me to play dead in the pool to scare the lifeguard.” “And it was hilarious. Scarlett, do you hike?”

“Did we not go over Sweden’s government structure?” “Can’t recall.” I unsheathe my best Swedish impression. “I understand our national treasure died on your watch, ja? We have lost our golden porpoise, and it is all your fault, ja?” “Whatever just happened with that accent is a violation of NCAA bylaws and the Geneva convention.” “Take me away, Officer.”

I whirl around. Pen is behind us, already

I really dont like pen