Boat Girl by Elizabeth Foscue

Author:Elizabeth Foscue
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Turner Publishing Company

“Caitlin? Are you okay?” I opened my eyes and found Tess leaning over me. She was probably furious that she’d have to leave early, and it was all my fault.

“Oh my god.” I groaned. “I’m so sorry. I hope I’m not ruining your night.”

“Why would you be ruining my night?” She didn’t sound angry, just curious.

I groaned softly. “It’s just that I really need to go home. I feel really, really bad. And your brother—”

“Stepbrother,” she interrupted.

“Huh?”

“He’s my stepbrother.”

Oh, for the love of—my death might be imminent, and this girl was nitpicking? “Fine. I know your stepbrother’s your ride, too, and—”

“He’s not my ride,” she interrupted. “Doesn’t look like he’s your ride, either.”

“What?”

“Mostly everyone’s gone. Cleared out and went back to Viv’s house to swim in her pool. I’m pretty sure I saw him leave with Byron.”

I tried to sit up.

“She has a lovely pool,” she explained. “The horizon kind, with the infinity edge.”

I glanced down the beach. Sure enough, the Bomba Shack was considerably quieter than it had been just a few minutes earlier.

“But I … he said—” Ugh. I felt too ill to argue with her anymore. I shut my mouth and did another sand flop.

I heard Tess sigh and walk away.

Fine, I’d just lie here. What was the point in moving? Tristan had obviously decided I was a drag, and I didn’t feel up to a car ride, anyway. I could just sleep here in a miserable heap under the full moon, then catch a taxi home in the morning.

Although I’d never slept on the beach before. Were there nighttime beach predators? In Maryland we had sand fleas, but I didn’t think sand fleas would bother me right then. Because, honestly, my arms and legs felt kind of numb. There might have been fiddler crabs crawling all over me, for all I could tell.

Fiddler crabs. I sat up with a jerk. Ooh. Bad idea. Very bad idea. I eased back down and felt the world lurch back into its previous orientation. Fine. Maybe the fiddler crabs would carry me off in the night, and maybe they wouldn’t. I didn’t have it in me to care.

Oh, but what about my teeth? How was I going to brush my teeth? I never went to bed without brushing my teeth! It made me have that dream where all my teeth fell out. And it’s not like they fell out all at once. First, they’d get loose, and I’d try to hold them in place, but then they’d start to crumble, and I’d end up telling myself that it was okay, that, these days, false teeth screwed right into your jaw and looked perfectly natur—

Pish, pish, pish, pish. Footsteps crossed the sand again.

“Just leave me here, Tess,” I moaned. “Let the crabs take me.”

“That would be too bad,” a deep voice said. “You just got here.”

I cracked one eye and saw Jonas hovering over me.

He surveyed me for a long moment. “Got into it, eh?”

“What?” I croaked.

“Got drunk,” he clarified.

“Me?” I gasped, shocked to my very core.

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