Addicted To You #1 || MJ

10.

Michael's eyes flickered open, but were on the verge of closing again. The pool was now a light turquoise. The lights had been turned on. He could see a person swimming towards him. But their body was distorted, and the waves of the pool made it even harder to identify who the person was.

What seemed like forever, the person had reached him. His eyes stung, his lungs felt too full of water. Their arms wrapped around his lower back. He then saw another distorted image swimming towards him. Their arms wrapped around his upper back.

He was being pulled upwards. He wanted to sink. Sink his worries and troubles. He closed his eyes and tried to remember what happened with her. She pushed him gently into the water. They kissed underwater and touched underwater. All of a sudden her hold on him had loosened. She tried to pull him upwards but he had sunk deeper. This love for her couldn't be real. But it was. And he couldn't control his feelings.

Michael felt the warm air hit his face. He was out of the water. The arms laid him down on the ground. His clothes felt heavy and soaked. His chest felt congested. He wanted to see her again, but there was no point. She wouldn't be lurking around. She'd be gone by now.

"Michael! Michael!" the voice repeatedly said shaking him back and forth. Jermaine.

"Man, what was he doing in the swimming pool? I thought I saw a girl in a black swimsuit. She walked round the side of the building. My mind is just a swarm of bees," a voice said to Jermaine. Michael recognised his voice immediately. Mario.

"It is-at times."

"Don't think I've forgotten about what you did to my sister," Mario said, his voice now cold.

"Whatever, it was a one time thing. Maybe your mind isn't a swarm of bees. The girl could have been here," Jermaine thought for a little.

Michael opened his eyes, feeling overwhelmed with the water. The wind made him feel cold and exposed. He rubbed his hands on his face, but it made him even more colder and wetter.

"Michael...what happened? Why were you in the pool?" Jermaine put one hand on his back and pushed him up.

"Were you with a girl?" Mario asked.

Michael was shocked-he was shocked before as he had heard the conversation. Mario saw her? He couldn't have, because he would be able to identify who it was.

Michael shook his head. A sickly pain was beginning to grow at the bottom of his stomach.

"My mind must be a swarm of bees," Mario muttered.

"Are you sure you weren't with anybody? A girl?" Jermaine pushed the question.

"No," Michael's voice was quiet. He really couldn't breathe under water.

"Why are you here?" Mario seemed confused.

"I don't know," Michael covered his face with his hands.

One of the activities staff, Finn, came out of the hall to where Michael, Jermaine and Mario were. He looked worried yet angry.

"Someone put the keys in the middle of the hall," Finn dangled his keys in the air.

Mario and Jermaine turned to look at Michael.

"It wasn't me. I don't remember. Maybe I did it, I don't know," Michael fibbed convincingly.

"Fortunately, nothing has been tampered or damaged. Michael, I think we'll need to take you to the hospital," Finn said.

"No! No, I'm fine," a headache banged into Michael's head. He groaned.