Chapter Ten

CHAPTER TEN

I stare at the bank and see Ana.

My heart drops.

I am in so much trouble.

I don't know what to do.

I break away from Brock, who looks shocked.

Ana stares at him then at me.

"What are you doing?" she shrieks.

"Nothing," I say, defensively.

"It's my fault," Brock replies.

He looks crestfallen.

"No," I say.

I don't want him taking the blame for this.

He and Jeremiah have more of a relationship than me and Jeremiah after all.

"Oh how romantic," Ana mocks. "You're both trying to take the blame. It must be true love!"

I hurry to the water's edge and heave myself out.

"Ana, please don't tell Jeremiah..."

She narrows her eyes at me. "And why would I keep a secret for you?"

I have no good answer.

"Please," I say.

She scoffs. "You're making out with one of his best friends behind his back!"

"I know. I'm sorry."

I feel the tears well up in my eyes.

This is so wrong.

I shouldn't be kissing another man behind Jeremiah's back.

I'm a horrible, horrible person.