EMILY’S POV.

“What do you expect me to say?” I asked, as she continued to look at me.

“I just said I like Lucas.” She replied, looking at me like it ought to ring a bell in my head.

“And what does your liking Lucas have to do with me? Is it any of my business? Do you need my consent to like him? Tell him if you like him, not me. I’m going inside. I don’t feel too good.” I snapped, turning around and leaving her standing by the pool.

I hadn’t meant to be annoyed, but how ...