Wettmelons -

Selene looked at his hopeful, nervous face—the same face she’d worn at the edge of the pool that afternoon. She thought of the word that had been a curse, then a battle cry, and now, maybe, an invitation.

There was a beat of silence, filled by the lapping of water and the distant crackle of a bonfire.

“You’re the WettMelons girl,” he said. Not a question.

He closed his book. “Why?”

He splashed back.

“Can I join the WettMelons crew?” he asked.

“WETTMELONS!” she shrieked, the sound gurgling out of her.

“You did it!” Maya yanked her into a hug. “You absolute maniac.”