“I mean, there is this guy I’m kind of interested in and I was hoping we’d hang out.” I shrug. “But I guess you’ll do.” There’s a trace of amusement in his expression. “Kind of interested in?” “Ye—” I squeal when he picks me up and tosses me into the water. I shove him after I come up for air. “You’re such a bully.” “A bully is someone who wants to hurt you.” His arms find my waist, tugging me closer. “I’m just trying to ask the brat who’s kind of interested in me out on a date.”
