Sorry For Getting You Fired (GirlxGirl)

CH. 12 Dunk Tank

"Should've bought them before but you can still buy them now!" the same guys who were promoting the tickets two weeks ago, were now selling them at the carnival. Some of the cheerleaders were in charge of that while the guys danced.

"Thirty tickets please," I bought.

"Only thirty?" Harry questioned. He puffed, "I'll take sixty," he took out his wallet.

Angie leaned over to me, "He's going to use them all at the kissing booth," she joked. I laughed lightly. It was funny because he probably was.

"Seven dollars and fifty cents," the cheerleader said to me. I took out the money and paid. Got my tickets and stepped aside.

Another cheerleader looked at Harry, smiling flirtatiously. "Fifteen dollars please," she held the little tickets close to her lips. Damn, by Harry's expression, he was turned on. Weakly, he pulled money out of his wallet and handed it to her.

"Let's leave him here," I chuckled in Angie's ear.

"Nah," she shook her head, holding back a laugh.

"Thank you," the cheerleader gave Harry the tickets. She leaned in a little. "You know, I'll be at the kissing booth in two hours," she winked.

"Desperate," Angie coughed out. I elbowed her in the ribs. They could've heard her.

"Aren't you buying any tickets?" I asked her.

"Nah, I'll get some of yours," she shrugged. I sighed, playfully. "Unless you mind," she gave me a look.

"Of course not, my darling," I tossed my arm over her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

"Even if I use them to dunk Ms. LoVecchio?" she teased. My head tilted back as I laughed. "Hey, didn't she tell you not to dunk her? Well, I'll be doing you the favor of dunking her for you," she winked.

"I'm most certain that lots of other people will make sure of it," did it bother me? Not really. Actually, it was going to be fun to watch. If I was not mistaken, it was almost two o'clock. That was Mia's turn. To confirm the time, I checked my phone. Yep, it was 1:55 p.m. "Harry, come on," I hurried.

He was too busy flirting with the cheerleader though.
"Maybe we should leave him," after all, Angie changed her mind about it.

"I know what will make him run," I smirked, feeling confident as I pulled his arm. "Ms. LoVecchio is at the dunk tank," I informed.

"Let's go," no need in saying anything else. Forgetting all about his cheerleader, he walked at a fast pace. Angie and I even had to jog after him to catch up.

Since Harry was excited about it, we let him search for the dunk tank. Angie and I just followed, without having to worry about it. No time was wasted really. A huge crowd formed and we went to it. Uh huh, it was the dunk tank. Everyone waited anxiously as Mia prepared herself on the board.

A guy held a softball in his hand, waiting. His grin was from ear to ear. The anticipation was torturing most of the guys. A long line had been formed, waiting for turns.

"Okay, I'm ready," Mia gripped the board, sitting upright. Bringing his arm back, he threw the ball with all force. Directly, it slammed against the handle. The board dropped, dipping Mia into the tank.

No one cheered... until Mia popped out of the water. Seeing her soaking wet, people cheered. That's what they wanted to see, Mia's wet top sticking to her body, outlining her perfect figure.

"Hot," someone commented. Well, many did, along with other comments. I blocked them out.

Water dripped down her face. She slicked her hair back and pulled it to the side. Then pulled herself back onto the board, water dripped off all over her body. It was hot. No wonder why a lot of people were fascinated by it. When she sat back up, she saw me. I smiled, gaining one from her too.