Wettmelons -

A few heads turned. A cluster of middle schoolers pointed. The lifeguard, a guy with sunglasses so cool they looked illegal, cracked a smile. It was horrifying. It was liberating.

Selene looked around. At Maya, who was locked in an epic inflatable orca joust with a kid in a pirate ship. At the elderly woman doing gentle backstrokes, singing show tunes. At the chaos, the joy, the complete and utter weirdness. WettMelons

The word was a dare, a hiss from behind her. Maya, her best friend, nudged her shoulder. Maya was already submerged up to her chin, her dark hair fanning out like a silk fan. “Don’t you chicken out now, Sel. You lost the bet.” A few heads turned

It was silly. It was magical.

He drifted into her.

Selene winced. The bet. A stupid argument about who could hold their breath longer while doing calculus in their heads. She’d lost. The price? She had to swim the length of the pool using only her elbows, screaming “WettMelons” at the top of her lungs. It was horrifying