Drowning With You

CH. 6 ❄️

WINTER'S POV

Detention starts again and Louie isn't here. Luckily this time, I brought my phone and will be able to survive this. Maybe.

Fifteen minutes go by, and the door opens, Louie walking in with her pajamas and sweatshirt on. Her eye bags are bad, and she looks tired as fuck, although it must have been the party last night in Blackwell Dorms.

Even now, she still pulls it off. The dead look, whatever that means.

She takes out her book, just like last time, and I miss yelling at her. I don't like this silence, even though I hate her guts, I like to verbally hate people. She seems to silently hate people. Or in my case, physically.

My phone gets boring after hour one, so I take out my notebook and start drawing out strokes and their angles to move the water. The most efficient movements to work through the water with more force and less time.

It's interesting, really. I've watched videos countless times, many of them being Olympic swimmers. Their techniques have been heavily studied through the years and I love them all.

Louie looks in my direction for the first time today and I see her face contort into confusion when she looks at my papers.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she asks, stepping off of the desk and walking over to me. I have to stop myself from smiling, glad I am getting any attention. The silence has been broken! Even if it's with her, I'm too bored to care.

"Swim. Gotta think about this for the meet coming up soon," I explain, but she is still looking at me like I'm crazy.

"God, you think too much," she says, sort of jokingly but also seriously. I know I think a lot, but I wouldn't say too much. There isn't too much thinking. There is just thinking rationally. Smart.

"You think too little. You don't care and look where it gets you!" I tell her, waving my hand at her.

"Winter, we are in the exact same spot," she reminds me. "We are both in detention, we are both terrible at some type of swimming, I have almost perfect grades! The only difference is that you think and stress and try to control every aspect of your life!"

"I don't! I am who I want to be! I am happy with how I do things, it's my way of life!" I argue. "My way will give me a successful life, yours will only give you failure," I tell her, although she doesn't look angry at my words. She only shakes her head in disagreement. I don't know why I said that to her, that's my worst fear, failure.

And she somehow makes everything work. Why would I tell her she'll be a failure? I hate how I say shit I wish I didn't.

"No. You give yourself unreasonable expectations to try to live up to, only leading to your own disappointment. You give yourself pointless hope. I give myself room to let myself fail without disappointment. I am fucking happy with what I do because I am not let down when I cannot succeed said expectations," she tells me, her eyes staring into my soul at this point.

I turn away and continue with my work, and she sighs and goes back to sitting on her desk with her book.

Maybe I'm stubborn, but things will go my way because I have my dreams and she doesn't. That's how it's supposed to work, right? I can't succeed unless I never fail.

A/N Guys I hate this chapter SORRY and it's so short but I'll post another chapter today.

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