Page 24 of Crazy for this Girl

Meanwhile, Cal only swims backward with a victorious smirk gliding across his face like a jerk. “Oops.”

“The shirt is just wet,” I rebuff through furrowed brows. “You didn’t ruin it.”

“Yeah, but now I don’t have to temporarily see it.” I splash him, which makes him only laugh louder and longer. “Just doing what’s right for society, Laynee.”

“I need to go straighten my hair again now,” I chide, watching him swim a circle around me like a little jokester shark.

“Why? There isn’t anyone to impress around here.” His words hit me like another slap of cold water.

He’s right. There’s no one around here that’s our age except for the twins and their cousin, and I haven’t even seen them this past week. We may have “misplaced” the keys that their dad keeps in the ignition of their jet skis.

“Well, since you’re in the water now,” I convey. “I’ll just go throw the rest of your pizza out.”

Cal scowls. “You wouldn’t—” I begin moving the short distance to the dock and place my palms on the top to pull myself up.

However, a thick arm wraps around my waist and yanks me back into the water with him.

“Don’t think so, woman,” he lightly scolds. “We’re going this way.”

I push at his forearms, but don’t get loose. “Let go of me, caveman. I’m going to go dry off.”

“Nope!”

He pulls us deeper into the lake but, only far enough away so he can catch me if I try for his precious pizza again.

“Did you go out with Kyle again?”

Ugh, Kyle.

I shake my head, purposely not putting him in my last letter because it’s embarrassing but not anymore than Cal’s singing and awful cannon balls. “Nah. I think I was his last resort to ask for a date.”

He also was so kind as to tell me that too because he was upset. I guess the girl he had a crush on went to our last dance with his best friend and I was the brunt of his anger.

Hence his last resort.

Cal glowers. “He’s an asshole. Don’t sweat it.”

“I don’t care.” I shrug because it’s true. “He’s not my type anyway.”

“You have a type now?” Two suddenly interested brows rise to the sky, and I immediately feel put on the spot.

Quickly, I think about it. No one from school comes to mind. No one but Cal, and that’s never an option.

Ever.

“I don’t have it written down on a piece of paper,” I reply placidly.

Cal swims closer, water droplets trailing down and falling off his strong jawline. His curiosity hangs thick in the air between us, and I’m about to choke on it. “What are some?”

Quickly, I search for something that’s not so damning or obvious.

“Funny…I guess. Someone who likes to have fun.”

“Soooooo, someone that’s not dead, got it.”

I smile. “I like them more when they’re quiet.” Cal splashes me, clearly not buying my imaginary list of guy traits. “Heath Ledger, for sure.”

“Oh, for sure,” Cal jeers with a roll of his eyes. “Totally hot.”

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