Silas laughed, eyes glittering with amusement, and I swallowed hard as the breakfast sandwich I’d scarfed down on the plane threat¬ened to come back up. Lainey pressed a hand to his shoulder, leaning close, probably to tell him something without her father overhearing. He was finally free of his arm sling-the one he’d worn most of the sum¬mer as his Instagram feed filled with photos of him and Lainey, photos I’d pored over, sobbed over, wondering what went wrong. He wore that lopsided grin of his, pointing out something about the Sea Voyager-the gleaming white vessel at the end of the pier that’d be our home for the next four months. He whipped out his phone again and started taking a panoramic shot of the pier as I stared at Silas, my chest filled with such an aching yearning, I thought it might pop.

“Oh my God,” he muttered, like he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it himself. All the past YouTubers boarded separately, but I bet so many people want to know what this process is like. “If you want to beat her for that role, I bet CoB would love some board¬ing footage. “You know what?” I said, eager to change the subject. “Let’s just say, we used to be best friends, and now we’re not.” Ugh, I didn’t want to get into my whole depressing life story right now. Miguel’s plucked eyebrows shot up, and he gaped at me. “Exactly! So, wait, how do you know her?” “Meanwhile, she could afford any five-star hotel she wants.” Don’t get me wrong, I love the skincare stuff, but free moisturizer isn’t exactly on par with a free stay at a five-star hotel in Fiji, you know?” You know, getting that could totally put me on the map as a travel influencer. I curled my hands into fists and wanted nothing more than to smash the glass barriers lining the dock and slice her with the shards-“If she bribes anyone for the YouTuber role,” said Miguel, glaring, too, “I’ll flip the hell out.

She really did get whatever the hell she wanted, didn’t she? And she was beautiful, charismatic, heir to a freaking fortune. I jabbed my cheek with my tongue and narrowed my eyes. Courtesy of Razorbill, an imprint of Penguin Young Readers Group, Penguin Random House.

Lying in the Deep by Diana Urban