Melted

Chapter 11

Dedicated to the oh so lovely Snickycat1800 because she has been an amazing supporter since before this was even published. I love you more than words.

I felt like Peter purposely took forever to row back to shore. Especially because my side of the boat was tilted, meaning I was rowing harder. As we floated closer to the beach, Peter shook the boat, causing me to spill out and capsize into the cold ocean water. I frantically paddled to the surface and gasped for air.

"You son of a bitch!" I screamed, trying to climb up onto the boat. Peter laughed his ass off.

"Stop, Brijit, you're gonna tip the boat over!" Peter choked out through his laughter.

"Good!" I exclaimed, reaching for the edge of the boat.

"Wait! I have your phone," Peter warned. Well at least it wasn't in my pocket. But still, I couldn't risk losing my phone, especially with my mom thinking I lost my virginity. I groaned and rolled my eyes. He always knew how to get his way.

I dove back under the water and swam as far as I could, until the water was only up to my waist. Peter paddled as slowly as humanly possible. It took all my willpower not to swim to him and tip the boat over. He finally made it to the shore, and I shoved him into the water. He didn't protest, just laughed.

Once the boat was hit the shore, Peter shoved it up the beach to where I had first seen it. I still couldn't believe that had happened. My heart was still racing at an incredible speed. It was like a dream come true. Actually, it was. I had an actual dream where I was out on the ocean in my own boat. Weird.

I peeled my soaking shirt from my skin, and pulled it over my head while Peter wasn't looking. No way I would risk that. He had already seen enough when he was staring at my boobs with his "x-Ray vision". I threw on Peter's sweatshirt, which practically touched my knees.

When Peter turned around, a grin spread across his face. I pulled the hood of his sweatshirt over my face to hide my red cheeks. He wasn't allowed to look at me like that. It made my insides twist in knots and do flips more than I wanted to admit. Peter walked over and gently pulled the hood off my face. He stared into my eyes for so long I thought he was going to kiss me. I wouldn't have stopped him.

"I didn't know you shopped at Victoria's Secret," he whispered softly, touching my cheek. What? Oh my god. He saw me changing. Peter was the most perverted creep ever, and he was only in high school, not even a creepy old man.

"Peter, you are the most disgusting, perverted creep that has ever breathed in this town! No wonder you don't have a girlfriend for more than a month! You are disturbing, and I hate you!" I screamed, turning away from him. I didn't really hate him. Just in a dramatic what-you-did-was-so-totally-wrong-and-I'm-trying-to-prove-a-point kind of way.

"Hey at least I have girlfriends. You've only had one boyfriend," Peter teased.

"How the hell-" I started, but couldn't finish when his lips crashed into mine. I pushed him off forcefully. After what he did to violate my privacy, my stomach wasn't exactly doing flips for him anymore.

"What do you think you're doing? It was a mistake last time, and it's a mistake again," I told him. Peter didn't seem upset at all. He just laughed and did his stupid smirk that threw my stomach into flips again. Ugh, he was so manipulative.

"Let's go, my mom's going to kill me," I said, grabbing my phone and slipping it into the back pocket of my shorts. Peter looped his arm around mine. I didn't protest, even though I should've. Peter strutted down the boardwalk like I was his girlfriend. I was definitely not his girlfriend. I was a friend, who was also female, but not a girlfriend.