Unstoppable: Truth is Unstoppable (Truth and Love Series) Read Online Free

it finally bumps into the side of the pool nearest me. “What are you looking at, anyway?”
    I tap the corner of my screen so it reverts to the cover, then I enlarge it. I raise it up for her to see. Victoria inclines her head, then purses her lips. She extends her hand, “Give me your tablet.”
    “Are you gonna throw it in the water?”
    She scoffs. “I promise I won't ruin it. I just want to see the thing that keeps my boyfriend's attention away from me for so long every day.”
    I try to gauge her sincerity, but her heart-shaped sunglasses make it impossible to tell. I finally say, “If you even dip this in the water, I will—I don't know—punch a hole in your inner tube.”
    “Ew. That didn't sound disgusting.”
    Chuckling, I hand her my e-tablet then turn on my back, letting the sun scorch my chest and stomach. It hurts, in a good way. I shut my eyes and relax into the heat.
    “So,” Victoria says, “if I asked you something from this, would you know the answer?”
    “Probably.”
    “Really?”
    “Sure. Well, maybe. It depends.”
    “Hmmm. Not sounding so confident anymore, are you?”
    I turn my head and look at her. “I know what's in that book.”
    Victoria taps the screen. After a moment, she asks, “What are erythrocytes?”
    “Easy. They're red blood cells.”
    “Very good.” Another tap. “Taste buds are located on the upper surface of the tongue within tiny elevations called?”
    I turn my head back and shut my eyes. “What are papillae?”
    “That is correct.”
    “Thank you. Can I get metabolism for two hundred, please?”
    “Uh...no, you cannot. I’m not on that chapter and don’t want to look for it. So instead, I'll say: multiple choice. Persons having the condition called strabismus have a condition in which they a) cannot see red or green color, b) light rays focus behind the retina, c) the optic disk is damaged, or d) the eyes do not converge together.”
    “Strabismus is seeing two images instead of one, I think. So I will go with D.”
    “Well, Derek. That was a good decision you made. D is the correct answer.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Where is the masseter located?”
    “Face.”
    “Popliteal artery?”
    “Leg.”
    “Ulner nerve?”
    “Arm. Now give me a question that actually requires some neurological activity.” I add, “That's just a fancy way of saying to make it a hard one.”
    “Fine. What does the thyroid gland do?”
    “It secretes thyroxine, triiodothyronine, and calcitonin. It's located in the neck.” I refrain from saying “boo-ya.” Just barely. I prop myself up on my elbows and lower my sunglasses to the tip of my nose. I have to squint in the blinding brightness, and there’s a big dot where Victoria is floating, but it goes away just in time for me to see her grin.
    And to see her lift my e-tab between two fingers and hold it straight over the water.
    I sit up, my body going tense. She bites her bottom lip.
    “Victoria,” I warn. “Don't do it.”
    “Oh my,” she says breathlessly, “it's so slippery. I better not drop it. I better not let it just slip through my—ah!” Victoria suddenly yelps as my e-tablet falls from her fingers. She tries to grab it, but to no avail. It lands in the water with an impressive phlunk.
    Mouth agape, Victoria watches it sink to the bottom. We're both silent.
    “Okay,” she says, “that was a total accident.”
    Without warning, I throw myself in the water. The splash I send up is humongous, and Victoria screams as the water hits her. She propels herself back from me.
    “No, Derek! Get away!”
    I laugh at her frenzied attempt to paddle away from me. I catch her in no time, grabbing her ankle in my hands.
    “No!” she yells. “I don't want to get my hair wet! I just straightened it! It took me two hours to—”
    I pull her into the water.
    She comes up sputtering and shrieking, batting at me with wet hands. But she's laughing, too. In between all that noise and commotion, we're both laughing. I