Once the sun has risen, we head straight to the Windenburg Bluffs. My mothers never let me go to Windenburg Island when I lived at home. This is my first time there. I love it. Hugo, who had one drink too many, has gone home. Romain has all my attention again.

I get the feeling it displeases Marie. Well, tough. Romain is with me, wether she likes it or not. Shanna and Charlotte could not care less about that dynamic between the three of us, that equilibrium that shifts slightly in the other boy’s absence. But this change is palpable; it’s all around us, it penetrates the atmosphere.

Romain and I are not touchy-feely. But we are not subtle either. And, as every 16-year-old, we are being eaten alive by hormones; so there’s that.

The Windenburg Island natural springs are a very inviting place to swim in, if you get past the algae and overgrowth, and the graffiti on the thousand-year-old ruins.

Preparing to stop some nonsense show off my mad athletic skills.

Geronimo.

It failed.