Chapter 8. Lake House

Eryn’s POV

I am standing in front of my clothes with a scowl on my face. I am already wearing my red and white polka-dot bikini. I just need to find something to put over it. Nothing seems appropriate. I own workout clothes and school uniforms. I have very few regular clothes, I have never had any need for them.

“Hurry up,” Zach yells through my door. “Or I am leaving without you.”

I know he wants to leave me behind anyway. He has tried to convince me not to go for the past few days, but I refuse to back down. If I don’t go, Jesse wins, and I can’t let that happen.

I grab my one and only sundress off its hanger and throw it over my head. It is baby blue and barely covers my butt. I check myself in the mirror and sigh. Zach is going to lose his shit.

He is banging loudly on my door, and I open it quickly. He was leaning on the door and falls into my room. He looks up at me from the floor, and a growl rumbles in his chest.

“You aren’t wearing