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said.
    “That’s okay,” Lexie said. “I’m sure it’ll be fun. Besides, after tennis, I could
    use a swim.”
    “Have I said thank you for this?” Jake asked. “Because seriously. Thank you
    for this.”
    “I’m not sure I’m helping,” Lexie said. “She’s still paying so much attention
    to you.”
    “I’m sure she’ll get over it soon,” Jake said. “You won’t have to pretend for
    much longer.”
    So instead of pretending to date you…I can go back to pretending I don’t
    like you.
    Lexie sighed. When do I finally get to stop pretending?

Chapter 4
    The girl’s changing room by the pool had separate stalls with doors, much to
    Lexie’s relief. She didn’t like getting undressed in front of people, plus she was
    sure Bree and Sally would be staring at her the whole time.
    As she waited for a stall, Lexie saw that most of the Beginners tennis class
    had signed up for pool volleyball, too, including Sally. Bree kept talking loudly
    about her lifeguard training, like she wanted everyone to know she wasn’t a
    tennis camper like the others. Her sixteenth birthday had been two months
    before, so she was old enough, and the pool gave special classes for it in the
    mornings.
    Jake would be turning sixteen in a week and a half, more than four months
    before Colin and Lexie. Lexie wondered suddenly if she was supposed to get him a
    present. Normally she’d help Colin pick out something funny from both of them,
    like the Extreme Worst-Case Scenario Survival Guide . But as his pretend girlfriend, was she supposed to give him something special and meaningful? Something that
    Bree would notice, that shouted, “Look, my totally-for-real girlfriend gave me
    this”?
    She’d have to save panicking about that for later. Maybe Colin could help
    figure it out. Not for the first time, she wished he was at Summerlodge, too, and
    she wondered what he was doing all day. Probably beating all her high scores on
    their games.
    She adjusted the straps on her black one-piece and stepped into her flip-
    flops tucking the rest of her stuff into her shoulder bag. Her red bead necklace
    from Jake went carefully into the side zipper pocket, where she was sure it
    wouldbe safe. The minute she unlatched the door, Bree pulled it open.
    “Oh, Lexie ,” Bree said. “What a darling bathing suit. I used to have one just like it. When I was nine.”
    Bree, of course, was wearing one of her twelve different white bikinis. This
    one had thin barely there straps holding up the top, and the bottom was a pair of
    tiny short-shorts that showed off her long legs. Lexie could not imagine ever, ever,
    ever wearing something like that in public.
    Sally was wearing a two-piece, too, but it was more of a tankini, where the
    top came all the way down to cover her stomach like a tank top. She kept tugging
    at it as if trying to make it cover more. It was a deep emerald green with darker
    green waves across it, and she wore matching emerald green flip-flops.
    “Towels are over there,” Sally said, pointing to a folded pile by the door.
    “Unless you brought your own,” Bree said, “because you don’t care for
    other people’s germs.” She wound her lavender beach towel around her waist
    while Sally and Lexie each took one of the plain white ones from the pile. Then
    she led the way out into the pool area.
    Lexie was glad she was wearing waterproof sunscreen, even if her mom
    was crazy. It was really hot around the pool, like the sun was magnified by the
    chiseled, fake-looking stones. Up in the two lifeguard stations, two older guys
    were sitting, looking like Secret Service agents behind their sunglasses. A
    volleyball net had been set up, stretching across the middle of the pool.
    Jake was standing with a couple of freshman’s talking and pointing to the
    net, but when he spotted Lexie, he broke off and came over to her.
    “Hey,” he said with a smile. “Long time no see.” But Lexie could tell that he
    was worried about her being