When I turned around only Will remained, staring at me from where I left him in the pool. “Why don’t you like me?” he asked. I ignored him, wringing out my ponytail. “And what happened to your legs?” he questioned next. I tensed, but I didn’t look down to see what he was talking about. Minor bruises dotted my legs, but my arms, torso, and back were worse. I’d made sure to cover those with the rash guard. I slipped on my flip-flops, but I heard movement in the water and looked back to see him leaning over the edge and gazing up at me. “Why were you coming out of the cathedral last Saturday
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