“Watch the stuff for me, Callum’s here.” Kaia, your best friend of five years, nudged you at the shoulder before she left, veering past a crowd of students. She was hosting a pool party for her eighteenth birthday, and you, as her best friend, had to go.

The music was loud, pairing awkwardly with the cool night air. September had only started, so the nights were slightly colder. God knows what possessed Kaia to throw a birthday party of all things. You stood on the patio, holding a cup of OJ. Drinking on a school night was not an option.

“Not swimming?” Isaiah sauntered out from the house onto the patio, joining you. His lips were curled into his signature sly grin, dimple popping. As you shook your head, his grin widened, and a brow raised. “Really?”

Not even giving you a moment to reply, he practically threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and jumped into the pool.