Genre: YA Thriller
Lottie and Maureen are top-level swimmer frenemies whose jealousy has finally boiled over. Lee is their coach.
Rolling my eyes, I turned to her. "Get over yourself, Maureen. You're just pissed I'm beating you in practice again. Newsflash--I've always been faster."
"Lottie . . ." Lee sounded disappointed, but I ignored him. She needed this.
"I'm treating you the way you deserve to be treated," Maureen snapped. "Everyone has treated you like you're Michael Phelps for the past year and a half. They all tip-toe about like I'm about to Tonya Harding their a**, while you--you can do no wrong." She stood up, towering over me for a rare moment. "Except you can and you do and you never have to fix it!"
"Maureen!" Lee's cries were background noise.
I stood too. "I can't help that people like me because I actually care! I care about others, okay, and I care what they think of me--it's polite!"
"You care so much about yourself and your appearance and your reputation! Just shut up and swim. You're going nowhere in life with your looks--except maybe onto a pole!"
"GIRLS!" Lee slammed his fist down on his desk. "I don't know what has gotten into the two of you, but I can't have you guys fighting like this. My senior group has fourteen swimmers, and they all look up to you every day, sometimes twice a day. The rest of the team looks up to you during meets. You can't set a bad example."
"Little Miss Sunshine won't ever set a bad example," Maureen said, glaring at me.
"Little Miss Raincloud doesn't know how to set a good example," I returned.