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“I know. You were always popping out As in middle school math. Nate was so frustrated because he was the supposed math whiz of the group.”

“I remember. But he got over it very fast and didn’t care about math anymore.”

“Yep. Funny what you remember, huh?”

“Yeah. I’ll go back to my spot and stop bothering you so you can continue practicing.”

“That’s okay. Gael is right—I shouldn’t overwork myself.”

“The Water Boy has you covered because he knows you’re very, very thirsty. He, is, too.”

He disappears out the door and returns a short while later with two cups of water. We clink our cups and gulp down our water, saying, “Ahhh,” at the same time.

“Water never tasted better,” I say. “Thanks, Water Boy.”

“No problem, Thirsty Girl.”

I wrinkle my nose at him.

“Yeah, that sounds lame. Parched Girl?”

“You make me sound like a desert.”

“Graceful Dancer?” he suggests.

“So generic.”

“Majestic Dancer?”

“Hmm…”

“No veto? Majestic Dancer it is.”

I throw my hands up. “Okay, fine. But I’m also an amazing future marine biologist.”

“Majestic Dancing Future Marine Biologist,” he says. “Now that’s a mouthful. Dancing Marine Biologist? I still think Majestic Dancer is the best.”

“All right,” I concede. “We’ll go with that, Water Boy.”

He cringes, then laughs.

I rehearse one more dance number before calling it a night. Then Brock and I leave the dance studio and go home.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lexi

“You sure you don’t want to ride with us?” Finn asks me for what must be the millionth time after school on Wednesday.

“Sorry, guys, but I’ve fallen in love with Brock’s bike and I don’t think I could ever go back to just a plain old van.”

They all frown at one another, then Theo shrugs. “Guess we can’t blame her. The ladies love men on bikes.”

“You mean, they love to ride behind men on bikes,” Finn corrects.

Theo’s brows scrunch. “Isn’t that what I just said?”

“Brock can hitch a ride with us every day, too,” Gael suggests. “No more bike. Problem solved.”