Chapter 37
He dives into the deep end—no belly flop this time, no one around to piss off or try to impress. With long strokes, he pulls himself effortlessly through the water. He likes to swim, but didn’t make the college’s team his freshman year and switched his focus to band, instead. Fewer sexy guys in Speedos in the music department, to be sure, but enough hotties to go around, just the same.
As he swims, he lets his mind drift where it will. Stupid shit, mostly, like the bridge to a composition they had to learn for a performance last semester, or how large Mrs. Canada’s eyes had looked the night before after a drink or two. Whenever she looked at him, he felt a little seasick from the way her eyes wavered. No wonder she needed both him and Seth to help her to her room. At least she cut them some slack with that busy work essay they had to do.