𝑀𝒶𝑔𝓃𝑜𝓁𝒾𝒶🌸

Chptr.39|M|

**Kade, July 17th**

"Zara." I warn, watching as she stands at the edge of the pool.

"What? You act like I can't swim, or something." She whines, inching closer towards the edge.

"Can she swim?" I ask Zayn who is sitting on Marco's lap in a pool-chair, scrolling through his phone.

"Yeah, really well." He responds, and I relax slightly.

We decided to have a Pool Day. By we, I mean Zara, Kayla, and MG. I was forced to be here by my girlfriend, who threatened to break up with me if I didn't come. 

"See?" She says, and I cross my arms. She jumps happily into the pool, joining Kayla while I walk back over to the pool chairs. I sit next to MG who is smoking, a pair of sunglasses on her face while she lays on her back.

"You looked relaxed." I speak up, leaning back as well.

"I am." She responds with a sigh.

"Not for long." Andre sings, and I honestly feel kinda bad when he comes up behind her, slapping the top of her hat then picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. She quickly drops her pen and phone to avoid messing them up, as she screams, and Andre carries her toward the pool.

"Don't be a dick, Dre!" Analicia shouts, while MG struggles in his arms.

"But she wants to take a swim. Right, Sissy?"

"¡Te mataré, Andre! ¡Lo juro por Dios, lo haré!" She shouts.

"Sorry, yo no hablos espanol!" He sings, stopping at the edge of the pool. "Cool down, Sissy." He grins, before dropping her into the deep end.

He steps back as she breaks the surface, and I whistle at the pissed off look on her face.

"Damn, you look mad." Andre curses. "Well, I gotta go, so-FUCK!" He exclaims when she easily lifts out of the pool, coming right at him.

they run into the building, leaving us laughing while Andre screams like a little girl.

He deserves whatever he gets.

"I told him to leave her alone." Analicia chuckles.

"Kade!" Zara calls out, and I look at her. "Come in, it feels nice." She urges.

"No." I deny, and she pouts.

"He can't swim." Kayla says, and I glare at her while Zara grins.

"Seriously?" She asks me, a small giggle following.

"What Black person do you know that can swim?" I grumble back.

"Honey. Our ancestors did not jump into the ocean to escape slavery just for us not to know how to swim 400 years later." Kayla responds, crossing ehr arms.

"Okay...well I'm only half black." I shrug.

"Went from Claiming that shit to not claiming that shit real fast." Zayn snorts, and I roll my eyes. "Hey, I can't swim either. Maybe it's a half-breed thing." He tells me, and I can't help but snort.

Half-breed. Seriously?

"Well you're tall enough to touch the ground, anyways. Get in." Zara says, then grins. "I'll let you touch my boobies." She offers.

Bet.

"You horny fucker." Marco snorts as I get into the pool, letting my feet touch the ground before Zara starts swimming toward me. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, smiling and pecking my lips softly.