I snap at him as he floats in the water near my dangling legs. We're at the vacation cabin that mom and dad rent for a week each summer. It's hotter than Hades, and we'd gone down to the dock. I'm sitting on the edge, my legs dangling over as they slowly swing back and forth in the water. Micah's in the lake, floating easily as he tries to coax me into the water. “C'mon, Zoey. I promise not to let anything happen to you.” I shake my head. “No. It's too deep.” “I won't let you go.” “No.” He sighs and runs a hand through his wet hair. “I'll do your homework for a week,” he says with resignation. My mouth drops. “No way!” “Way,” he grumbles. “You should learn how to swim.” “You're serious,” I realize. “Yeah. You're a total brat sometimes, but I don't want you dead. Too many pools when we go to parties.” “No, I mean about the homework,” I say. Micah's a bit of a goody-two-shoes. Rarely does he do anything that's against the rules. He's the type that never gets in trouble.
