The Summer I Turned Pretty by Jenny Han

didn't even look my way. "Shut up, Jeremiah," I said, and he grinned at me then, but it was a quick cursory one, and he went right back to looking at Taylor.
    "Belly has tons of friends "Taylor informed him in her breezy way. "Do I look like someone who would hang with a loser?"
    "Yes," my brother said from the couch. His head popped up. "You do."
    Taylor glared at him. "Go back to jacking off, Steven." She turned to me and said, "Why don't you show me our room?"
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    "Yes, why don't you do that, Belly? Why don't you go be Tay-Tay's slave?" Steven said. Then he lay back down again.
    I ignored him. "Come on, Taylor."
    As soon as we got to my room, Taylor flung herself onto the bed by the window, my bed, the one I always slept in. "Oh my God, he is so cute."
    "Which one?" I said, even though I knew.
    "The dark one, of course. I love my men dark."
    Inwardly I rolled my eyes. Men? Taylor had only ever gone out with two boys, neither of them anything close to being men.
    "I doubt it will happen," I told her. "Conrad doesn't care about girls." I knew that wasn't true; he did care about girls. He'd cared enough about that girl Angie from last summer to go to second with her, hadn't he?
    Taylor's brown eyes gleamed. "I love a challenge. Didn't I win class president last year? And class secretary the year before that?"
    "Of course I remember. I was your campaign manager. But Conrad's different. He's ..." I hesitated, searching for just the right word to scare Taylor off. "Almost, like, disturbed."
    "What?" she shrieked.
    Quickly I backtracked. Maybe "disturbed" had been too strong a word. "I don't mean "disturbed," exactly, but he can be really intense. Serious. You should go for
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    Jeremiah. I think he's more your type."
    "And just what does that mean, Belly?" Taylor demanded. "That I'm not deep?"
    "Well--" She was about as deep as an inflatable kiddie pool.
    "Don't answer that." Taylor opened up her duffel bag and started pulling things out. "Jeremiah is cute, but Conrad's the one I want. I am gonna make that boy's head spin."
    "Don't say I didn't warn you." I was already looking forward to saying I told you so, whenever that moment should arrive. Hopefully sooner than later.
    She lifted up a yellow polka-dot bikini. "Itsy-bitsy enough for Conrad, do you think?"
    "That bikini wouldn't fit Bridget," I said. Her little sister Bridget was seven, and she was small for her age.
    "Exactly."
    I rolled my eyes. "Don't say I didn't warn you. And that's my bed you're sitting on."
    The two of us changed into our suits right away-- Taylor into her tiny yellow bikini and me into my black tankini with the support bra and the really high neckline. As we changed, she looked me over and said, "Belly, your boobs have really gotten big!"
    I threw my T-shirt over my head and said, "Not really."
    But it was true, they had. Overnight, almost. I didn't
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    have them the summer before, that was for sure. I hated them. They slowed me down: I couldn't run fast anymore--it was too embarrassing. It was why I wore baggy T-shirts and one-pieces. I couldn't stand to hear what the boys would say about it. They would tease me for sure, and Steven would tell me to go put some clothes on, which would make me want to die.
    "What size are you now?" she asked accusingly.
    "B," I lied. It was more like a C.
    Taylor looked relieved. "Oh, well we're still the same, then, because I'm practically a B. Why don't you wear one of my bikinis? You look like you're trying out for the swim team in that one-piece." She lifted up a blue-and-white striped one with red bows on the sides.
    "I am on the swim team," I reminded her. I'd done winter swim with my neighborhood swim team. I couldn't compete in summer because I was always at Cousins. Being on the swim team made me feel connected to my summer life, like it was just a matter of time before I was at the beach again.
    "Ugh, don't remind me," Taylor said. She dangled the bikini from side to side. "This would be so cute on you,