Worse for Hope- Book #2 in the WF Series

Chapter 35: Lake

✿Bethane's POV:✿

"What are we doing here?" I look at the beautifully, glistening water in which I can almost see my reflection.

"We're going on our first date." He ushers to the place.

"What?" I scrunch my eyebrows again.

"Yeah. You want to trust me again, and the best way we can do that is if we start all over." He shrugs.

That makes sense.

"Now jump in the water," he out of nowhere demands.

That does not.

My head snaps over at him in disbelief. "I am not jumping in the water."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not. What if there are dangerous things in there?"

"Like what? A stick?"

"You're crazy if you think I'm just diving in."

"Fine." Before I can stop him or call for help, my body is tossed over Rider's shoulder and in a tight lock. He jumps in instantly as I'm yelling threats about how I will kill him.

He doesn't listen.

I scream as my head goes underneath the water, praying that I get the opportunity to drown him.

Both our heads rise at the same time, and immediately, I hear the sound of Rider's laughter echoing throughout the whole lake. I push my hair out of the way and rub the water out of my eyes to be able to see clearly.

"You asshole," I yell.

"Funny asshole," he corrects me while pushing back his wet hair which I guess, sort of looks good on him.

I splash him with water in annoyance. I'm still in my pajamas, but thankfully, they're soft so it barely feels like anything's on my body.

"You can strip if you want," he so kindly offers.

I glare at him.

"I can't believe you pushed me in here." I try to make my hair sit back even though it keeps falling onto my face.

"Well, you're not going to believe this either." He randomly dives into the water.

I don't even get a chance to ask what he means by that until I'm sitting on his shoulder and am trying to balance myself.

"Rider!" I warn as I hold onto him for dear life.

"Now keep your arms out," he instructs as he prepares himself and me.

"Rider, if you throw me, so help me, I will-."

"Timber!" he yells as he tosses me like I weigh nothing back into the water.

Thank goodness I can swim.

I squeal as I almost meet the birds in the air.

My head dunks under the water which isn't too deep since my feet can touch as long as I'm on my tippy toes. For the two seconds my head is underneath, I seriously contemplate if drowning somebody is okay or not.

"I hate you," I say out of breath after sinking up.

He laughs hysterically at my crazy-looking hair since it's sticking to my face and blocking my eyesight.

"You look like the monster that comes out of the TV," he hollers.

I really hate him.

"No, I don't," I state after pushing my hair out of my face and splashing him in annoyance.