Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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"You ready?" Bash asks gripping my hand so hard, causing me to wonder if he thinks I'm going to bail.
I focus intently at the top ledge of the rock we stand on, my lips spread wide.
"Yeah! On three!" I say, my heart hammering loudly in my chest from the impending jump to the water about twenty feet down.
We've been jumping from the rocks for the last twenty minutes but finally reached the top cliff.
"One, two," We chant together and his hand tightens harder, "THREE!"
We run then leap from the rock both screaming and fall towards the water. I know it's a long fall when it feels like I'm falling forever.
Then, my feet crash hard into the water and we cut through the surface of the water plummeting deep towards the bottom of the pool. The water is cold, refreshing, everything I needed to forget every problem and pain I'm experiencing in my life.
We float to the bottom, then kick up and surface with a deep intake a breath, "I reckoned you were going to bail last minute." Bash says smiling, his hair flicked messily back off his head, looking like God decided to plop my type right in front of me at the most inopportune moment.
His dark hair, his dark hooded eyes, tan face with freckles drive me wild. I know it's the world's worst idea to let him in, but being here in this small space of waterfalls and clear pools of chilled sweet fresh water, I'm finding myself forgetting all the reasons it's a bad idea.
"I don't bail." I gloat and twist around with a kick of my leg to look up the highest ledge and smile. We've jumped from every point possible having saved the tallest jump for last.
The cool water prickles my skin but I can't help but let out a pleased moan. I've been in a constant state of sweating since I got here. This cold water is a welcomed and a heavenly reprieve. "This feels amazing." I drawl out and float back onto my back looking up at the canopy of trees where the sun is only able to peirce through small gaps between the twisting willow branches and hanging moss leaves.
My shirt and sandals and his socks and sneakers are splayed on a nearby rock drying in a small spot illuminated by the sun.
"It's really not that bad, eh. I reckon you're just dramatic." I hear him tease so I drop my legs and send a splash right into his face.
He laughs and wipes the water with his hands while I admit, "I am dramatic. But asking for the weather to be not like the pits of Hell isn't asking for much."
"Nah," He smiles, setting the butterflies within my belly into a frenzy, "Mother Nature should fuck everything else in this ecosystem just so you can have it cold as fuck."
"Exactly. I'm not asking for the world." I add to his sarcasm causing him to chuckle.
"I really don't mind it." He says and I swear I feel his hand beneath the water brush against my side but I ignore it and hope for more.
