A Ripple Between **CURRENTLY EDITING**

4- He did What?

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I was wrapped in Sam's towel and wearing two sweatshirts and a blanket her mom had found in the Lost and Found bin, sitting smashed up against Sam in the back of their car.

"I still have no idea why I'm so clumsy," I said weakly. I shivered, even though I was actually sweating. Or was I still just soaked? I couldn't think straight. I still couldn't believe that out of all the people who could've been there to get me out of that freaking pool, it had to be PJ. Really? What was this life?

"You just slipped, that's all," Sam said reassuringly.

"How did you not see me fall in?" I asked. I wasn't accusing her of anything; I just really wanted to know. I mean, she'd obviously had no idea that I'd fallen in and was panicking at the bottom of an 11-foot swimming pool.

"I was talking to Kate. She was in her car and was asking me if I needed a ride home. And when I looked back inside, PJ was taking off his shirt and jumping in to get you, and you pretty much know the rest. I'm sorry, Ava. I should've watched you to make sure you were ok, but I wasn't thinking."

"Well, it's my fault for trying to run beside a pool."

But I really wanted to know exactly what happened. Sam had talked to PJ for a little while before her mom made him leave, saying that there was nothing more he could do. I didn't even get the chance to talk to him, thank him. I'd just stared stupidly as my savior, still as soaked as I was, grabbed his T-shirt from the tile a few feet away, took one last look at me, and then slowly walked out.

But really, what had just happened? I felt so dumb. And I had to face PJ first thing tomorrow morning when we got into school! How could I have a normal conversation with the boy who'd just saved my butt from drowning? I loved how this, of all things, was what I thought about after I'd had a life-threatening experience. It was kind of depressing how much I liked this guy.

"Sam, what did he say to you?"

"Just that he saw the ripples when he got done in the locker room and knew you probably wouldn't be coming up for air any time soon. I'll let him tell you the rest. You're lucky he knows that you can't swim."

"I would rather have drowned than have to face him tomorrow."

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I walked down the hallway with Sam the next morning, feeling extremely awful. I'd played down my accident with my parents last night, afraid they would never let me go to another swim meet ever again. My lungs felt like they were lined with sandpaper and I could still hear the faint echo of water in my ears. Whenever I breathed a nagging pain shot through my ribs. But I'd come to school for the sake of my parents' sanity.