I finish drying my hair and glance at the mirror. My hair’s sticking up—just like it did that day by the creek, the last time we ever swam together. I was hers that day, even if she didn’t know it. Hell—I didn’t even know it. Not really. But I loved her then, and I love her now. I was so ready to tell my father off, to make a move… and then fucking Jake.
