The story behind her

9; Trouble in paradise

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The story behind her.

-Trouble in paradise.-

Chapter nine;

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I stopped swimming completely and turned around. My mouth was ajar and Aaron was smirking. He held up my bottoms. "Looking for something Hazel?" I reached for it and he brought his hand back. My lower area, barley touching his. Aaron put his hand on my waist, and he slowly slid it down. I couldn't move. I wanted to push him away.

Aaron isn't Alex.

I pushed him away and tried for my bottoms again. He laughed and held them up high above his head. I automatically knew I couldn't get it. Even on land I couldn't. The top of my head stops right at his chest. Yea, Im that short.

I crossed my arms. "Come on, Aaron," I begged "You don't want to see me get mad."

"I'd actually love to see that."

I sighed in frustration and held out my hand. "Give it back."

"Nope."

"Yes."

"Aaron."

He smirked and mocked me. "Hazel." I jumped on him and tried grabbing it. He laughed and held it higher.

Then he threw it.

No...... he threw it on a bush.

I gasped and punched his shoulder. "Aaron!" I yelled. He shrugged. "I don't have it anymore. Go get it."

My jaw was on the floor at him. "You asshole!" I screamed. Of course he wants me to get out of water to get them. Because he'll get to see my bare ass.

He laughed.

Hard.

A small smile came across my lips from his laugh and I quickly bit my lip, shaking my head and turning away. I pushed him away. He just laughed more. I sighed and rubbed my face.

"Hello!" I screamed, trying To get someone on the other side of the lake over here. "Hey! Can someone come over-"

Aaron covered up my mouth and pulled me to his back, his other hand wrapping around my stomach. "There!" He pointed to the bridge. "Y'all should really try it."

I struggled and slapped his hands to get away, but he wouldn't budge until we heard some guy ask; "Is this yours?"

I spun my head. He was holding my bottoms. "Oh my gosh! Please for them to me! Thank you!" I said, stretching out my arms. The guy was a tall blonde, standing there with bright green eyes. He was hot, no joke.

He took one look at me and smiled. "You look awesome." He said. I pointed to my bottoms. "Id look better in those."

Aaron then chimed in. "Don't give them to her, Eric. Don't do it."

Eric looked at Aaron and his face turned complete different. A hate. He hated Aaron. Eric looked back at me an smiled, then threw them to me. I grabbed them and quickly slid them on. Aaron looked at Eric with more hate. "You'll regret that one."

Eric shrugged. "Im not going to regret giving your girlfriend her cloths back."

"He's not my boyfriend." I pointed out. I would've said more, but Aaron wrapped an arm around my waist and yanked me to his side. I tied pulling away, but he dug one finger into m side, making me shut up. "Yes she is. And you will regret it, Eric. You can leave now."

"What if I don't want to leave?" Eric was pushing the line, and he knew it. That must be something me and him have in common. Aaron's grip on me tightened as I tried getting away again. "I am easily make you."