Shooting Stars by Allison Rushby

Author:Allison Rushby
Language: eng
Format: epub

my swimsuit, wrapped my towel around my waist, and put on a sweatshirt over my top. A swim will be perfect. Just what I need— lap after lap of counting stroke after stroke. My thoughts wiped clear with excessive chlorination. Maybe I’d even fi gure out some fantastic excuse to tell Melissa to night.

When I get to the pool door, I peep through the glass to see if there are any stragglers around. None. There’s a towel that’s been left behind, but not a person in sight. Relieved, I enter and throw my towel and sweatshirt on the long steel bench that runs the length of the pool. Then I take the few steps over to the deep end and dive in. Probably the most me- like action I’ve taken today. I’m not a testing- the- water type of person. I mean, you’re going to get in, right? Get in already and quit with the fussing around.

I do one full lap of the pool, fl ip turn, then head back.

Stroke, stroke, stroke. I feel better already. When I reach the wall, I do another fl ip turn and head back. And I’m thinking I must almost be at the wall again when I open my goggle-less eyes to check if I’m right and realize there are legs.

There are legs in my lane. In front of me. With a jolt, I stop swimming and stand up.

“Excuse me,” Ned says. “But I think you stole my lane.” I look to my left and then to my right. There are fi ve other lanes, all empty.

So what is Ned Hartnett doing in mine?

I decide to play along. “Your lane?” I put a hand on one hip.

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