Pretty boys

6. The Quarry

Lydia

My head snapped in the direction of Patrick and his camera.

He was holding a developing photo of the trees passing by.

"Hey pat, when did you get that camera?" I ask, trying to disguise the fear in my voice as a genuine interest.

"Oh, just yesterday evening. My mom got it for me because my last one broke." He replies, holding out the developed photo he took just seconds ago.

I take it, our fingertips brushing against each other. 

I feel a tingle go up my spine and I shiver.

"Cool, maybe we can capture some memories this summer." I say, quickly giving him a response.

"Yeah, I haven't really used it yet." 

That was a lie.

That was the biggest lie I had ever heard.

I nod and look away from Patrick.

I feel the car come to a stop and look up, seeing the familiar woods that hid the cliff.

We all climbed out of the trans am and began walking.

I walk alongside the four boys, cutting up and making jokes with them along the way.

We follow a trail all the way down to the cliff we always dove from.

The trail narrowed, forcing us to become a single file line.

I was the first to get there, the rest of the guys following quickly behind me.

"Fucking finally, It's hot as balls out here." Henry says, starting to remove his clothes.

The rest of us follow suit, clothes being thrown everywhere.

I remove my shirt and shorts, folding them neatly and placing them on a rock.

"Whos jumping first?" I hear Vic ask, looking around at the group.

No one spoke and no one moved.

"I will, fucking pussies." I say, running to the edge of the cliff and jumping.

I cross my ankles, my legs pressed tightly against each other.

The lake and my body collide, engulfing me in freezing cold water.

I open my eyes under the slightly murky water and see two more bodies drop beside me.

I swim up to the surface and wipe my face.

I look around and see no one. 

I watch as the other two boys jump down, again landing beside me.

"Where the fuck is Patri-"

I was cut off with a scream and being pulled under the water.

I feel hands on my waist and look around frantically for someone.

The raven haired boy and I stared at each other under the water.

His blue-green eyes stared deep into my gray-green ones.

His hands were no longer on my body.

I would be lying if I said I didn't miss it.

I get pulled to the surface, someone having an iron grip on my arms.

"You okay? You were down there for a long time." Henry asks, looking me in the eyes.

"Yeah, I'm good. I guess I just forgot to come up."