Love is a Crime

Why am I still Darling?

I immediately regret pulling away from him, he was so warm and his chest was firm against me. I point I finger at him accusingly.

"What on Earth do you think you're doing!" I yell at him.

"Uh, playing my role," Ryan replies confidently.

"You were supposed to save me before the boat went under!"

"Oops," he shrugs casually.

"Oops? That's all you have to say?" I throw my hands up into the air.

"It's not like it was that big of a deal!" He shouts.

I suddenly don't have the strength to yell at him anymore. I slump down to the seat of the boat and shiver from the cold. I start wheezing as my asthma kicks in. Not a big deal though, just ask Ryan.

"Could you please take me back to the picnic?" I ask quietly. He grumbles in response and plops down on the seat. Water is dripping down my face and my whole body is freezing and soaking wet. Ryan picks up the oars and just when I think he's about to start rowing, he hands them to me.

The nerve of this boy...

"What do you think you're doing?" I ask, staring dumbly at the oars.

"Don't you mean what you're doing. Start rowing," he commands me.

"Absolutely not!"

"The I guess we are going to be stuck out here for a while," he crossed his arms and gave me a smug look.

I looked around and noticed that we weren't actually that far from the shore. Maybe equal to a good 4 or 5 laps in a pool...

But I can't swim. So it's pointless.

Instead I pick up the paddles from Ryan and procede to whack him with them. Not hard enough to hurt but with just enough force so he gets the point.

"Ow! What are you doing, physchopath?" He shouts, rocking the boat.

"What does it look like I'm doing, idiot!" I reply swinging at him. He ducks under my attack which causes the boat to completely tip over.

My genius plan totally worked! Note the sarcasm.

I can't swim! I can't swim!

I thought for the second time today and the water gushed down my throat and up my nose. I opened my eyes and could only see little tiny bubbles everywhere. Kind of like the ones you make when you cannonball into a pool and then the bubbles float upward and they tickle your skin.

Experience from being thrown into a shallow end of a pool. But the lake had a different problem: no spot to stand on.

I sunk lower and lower as my lungs screamed for oxygen, my head started to throb again, sapping up all my strength.

A familiar hand shot through the water and grabbed my arm forcefully, pulling me up. Ryan swam back to shore pulling my along by my elbow. Talk about painful.

He lifted me up in his arms and dumped me onto the sand where I lay gasping for air and shivering from the cold.

"How many times am I going to save your freaking life today, Darling?" He asks rudely before stomping back towards the picnic, leaving me alone.

I struggled to get up and when I finally did, staggered back to the picnic. It seemed as if everyone forgot about the play and was back to eating a dancing and having fun.

"Oh my god! There you are!" Ava shouted embracing me in her long arms.

"What happened?" She asked worriedly as she looked me up and down, taking in my wet body and red nose.