See You Again

XV

The whistle sound was followed by several bodies crashing the water and the coach's shouting. I grabbed a towel to dry my face, throwing it over my shoulder and sitting on the bench beside Ezra.

Water drops formed at the tips of my hair and fell to my knees. I leaned back and watched the others swimming. We had been back for almost a month now and the coach was hitting hard on us to be sure nothing like what happened last time would happen again.

"Who are you texting?" I asked Ezra. Nowadays, he was always on the phone.

He didn't take his eyes off the screen. "Phoebe."

I rolled my eyes. His Christmas romance that had never happened was now taking place through texts all the time, every day. Not that I cared. He could do whatever he wanted to with his life, but I had been pissed when he had given my number to her. I was constantly receiving texts from Cami.

I had responded to the first, the second, the third. I had politely told her I wanted nothing with her. She ignored any denial from my side, so I ignored her, too. I was understanding what Kenzie had meant when saying she disliked them. I didn't want to admit it, but I missed Kenzie.

"Why are you still on that? Do you really like her?" I asked.

"No, but she's hot and, best of all, she pisses Leah off," he said. "Are you hungry? I'm hungry. Can we get McDonald's after this?"

"We have class after this."

He sunk in place, sadness all over his face. "Fine, maybe after."

I patted him on the back. "Yeah, later."

After practice, we changed into the uniform and went to our English Lit class. Our teacher was handing back tests we had last week. He looked displeased while placing them over our table.

He reached me and Ezra and eyed the latter with a raised eyebrow. "Do you know what is your grade?" he asked harshly.

"I'm kind of waiting for you to give it to me."

He wasn't pleased with the answer and put the test on his table. The red F didn't faze my friend.

"Your grade was twenty-four. Do you think that's acceptable?" the man growled.

He squinted. "How much did Will get?"

The teacher was taken aback and so was I. He looked through the papers and handed me an acceptable B-, followed by "Seventy-six."

Ezra smiled brightly. "Mate, we got 100!"

He got his fist up and, to my teacher's dismay, I bumped it, matching my friend's smile. I pitied him, though. His parents were going to skin him alive.

Finished delivering poor grades, the teacher resumed doing the correction of the test on the whiteboard in the class's front.

"Are you going to Priya's party tonight?" I turned to Ezra while writing whatever was on the board.

"Priya? The entire school was invited, right?"

"Not sure. I know she invited the whole swim team, though," I shrugged.

"Is it like one of those stupid social events, or can I get drunk?"

Ignoring a glare from our teacher, I whispered back, "I think you can get drunk. I think we both can."

A cheshire cat smile filled his lips. "Then I guess we're going."

Then it was settled.

After class, we parted ways, and I went to pick Vanessa up after her own classes finished and escorted her back to the parking lot, Leah beside us, picking on her nails.