Derek hasn't been mentioned, but I should introduce him. He's 15 years old, yet already 178 centimeters, while I stand at a tiny 160. He has a strong build with broad shoulders, a defined jawline, short dirty-blonde hair, and mesmerizing eyes that are the color of the sky on a clear summer day. It seems like Jeff brought Derek along as a wingman, probably hoping to use him to distract me while he makes his move on Harper. I can't help but smile at them.

You could’ve knocked me over with a feather when I found out Derek was a dancer. I could hardly believe it. Of course, he attends a different studio, but that didn't stop us from discussing our shared love for dance. It was to be the one topic that dominated our conversation for quite some time, with each of us sharing funny or cute stories. Each aspect I learned about him only made me want to know even more about this boy, who was only supposed to be a distraction.

As the evening went on, I grew more and more interested in Derek and found that spending time with him to be unexpectedly enjoyable. When we meet outside after changing into our swimsuits, I’m honestly flabbergasted when we meet up back outside, and he only checks me out once. This might come across as conceited, but I’m well aware of how attractive I am, and I'm currently wearing a rather revealing bikini, so it’d be normal for a boy to ogle me. It usually takes some effort on my part to divert guys' attention from my figure, so Derek gets a major point in his favor.

During the early evening, he and I sang duets during karaoke, swam, and played a variety of games both in and out of the pool.