A Little Game

Part 6

The water was cold when I stepped in. It felt nice, but I shivered nonetheless. I swam after my friend and a few others joined us. After a while most of the people on our trip were in the water. I waited and looked for Jack. Then I saw him coming towards me. I held my breath as he swam towards me with his top half out of the water. Don't look down at his abs, don't look down. I repeated it in my head struggling with myself for only a moment until he came close. Then everything stopped. I could practically hear my heart beating out of my chest. He smiled warmly and my stomach filled with butterflies again. "Hey" he said calmly. "Heh" I spurted out. I immediately went red. How could I be so embarrassing. Oh God he's standing right there and I was too distracting by not staring at his abs to even speak. He chuckled slowly and I practically melted. His hand came up and touched my arm. I sucked in a gulp of air, but just as I was about to say something else Neville came up from behind me. "What are you doing bro?" He asked accusingly. "Nothing," Jack muttered as he smiled again and swam past me. I gulped, needing to get out of the water for a breather. I was still red and decided to grab a lemonade.

I walked over to the pool food bar but before I could ask for anything someone grabbed my hand and pressed me against the side of the bar where no one could see us. I tried struggling out but before I could I heard him speak. It was Brock. "What the he-" but before I could finish he covered my mouth with his hand. "What was Jack saying to you? What were you talking about?" "Not that it's any of your business but we didn't really talk" I said, prying his hand from my mouth. He drew back and looked disappointed in himself. "Why did you need to know?" I started angrily. "He was touching your arm and getting all close. You turned all red and.." he trailed off. "Fuck," he whispered under his breath leaving space for me to leave and extending his arm to point me away. What is wrong with him? I wanted to question him more but decided against it and walked off. Glancing back to see him leaning against the bar already lost in thought. What is happening? This is not the Brock I'm used to. I tried pushing my thoughts away but something was just gnawing at me. Why?