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289 pages, Paperback
First published June 26, 2001
One thing I have to admit about the ocean: it's very quiet down there. I mean, really. No more shrieking gulls, crashing of waves, shouts from the surfers. No, under the sea, it's just you and the water and the ghosts who are trying to kill you.
Gina let out a horrified shriek, threw back the comforter, and dove to the floor, trying to salvage what she could. I, meanwhile, threw Jesse a very dirty look.
But all he said was, "Don't look at me like that, Susannah. You heard what she said about him." He sounded wounded. "She called him ugly."
I growled, "I say he's ugly all the time, and you don't ever do that to me."
He lifted the eyebrow with the scar in it, and then said, "Well, it's different when you say it."
"Let him go," I said, twisting the tiny hairs hard. This method of torture, I'd discovered recently, was much more effective than my former technique of punching Dopey in the gut. He had, over the past few weeks, greatly built up the muscles in his abdomen wall, undoubtedly as a defense against just this sort of occasion.
The only way he could keep me from grabbing him by the short hairs, however, was to shave his head, and this had apparently not occurred to him.
This was very exciting. I'd never had two boys get into a fight over me before. The fact that one of the boys was my stepbrother, however, and held about as much romantic appeal for me as Max, the family dog, somewhat dampened my enthusiasm.
And Michael wasn't much of a catch, either, when you actually thought about it, being a potential murderer, and all.
