Drowning With You

CH. 7 💋

LOUIE'S POV

Exhausted, I walk to the pool after dropping some stuff off at my dorms. I went straight from the shuttle to the dorm to here and now I'm tired.

Winter is lucky I didn't leave her stranded here, because I desperately need a nap. My hair is soaked in a messy bun right now and I know I look like a total shit show.

She looks over at me and instead of a swim suit, she has shorts and a sports bra on, sitting on the bleachers.

"Wow, for once you aren't ready to go...?" I ask, but she shakes her head.

"Actually, I am. We aren't getting in the water today. Well, I guess we can if you want to for your half, but I don't want to. So don't." She tells me, implying I have a choice when we both know I don't.

Since I agree with her, I just nod. I don't know what she has planned out of the water, but hopefully it's better than what we would have been doing the past few times we've met up.

I follow her silently to the back room and close the door behind us. I take a second to check out the room, I've only been in here a couple times in the past few years.

It's a simple room with a white board wall and a few tables scattered around. Winter seems comfortable in here, as if she spends more time in here than the rest of us.

She must, considering she's the swim team captain.

Winter uncaps a whiteboard marker and starts drawing. Oh shit, is this another...

Just like on Saturday, she's drawing out the arm stroke movement degrees and diagrams. The hook that propels us, how our body should move, every part is labeled perfectly.

Perfectionism at its finest.

"Winter, this is crazy." I tell her, although she hopefully already knows from all the other times I have reminded her.

"I'm not. This is called planning and strategizing. It's called working to get better. Ever heard of it?" She asks, obviously knowing I have but I show now proof of me trying.

Honestly, I do my best but I am not bothered when I just don't try sometimes. It's just what I do.

She spends the next thirty minutes showing me more arrows where the water is being pushed, I try not to fall asleep.

Winter seems passionate about this, which is good considering how much work she's put into this.

She'd be a good coach, maybe a researcher or teacher for physical education in higher levels.

Honestly, with her bluntness and organization skills, she'd thrive. I'd only she could let go of that mindset with some aspects of her life.

I'm not saying she's boring, because she's anything but, though she needs to be chill and go with the flow sometimes.

"When your arm is here, it will create that hook that we are looking for." She says to me, moving her arm in the spot she's trying to explain to me.

"Sure. Yeah." I respond and she rolls her eyes, slapping her papers on the table in front of her.

"You're not even listening?" She asks, offended. Shit, sure I was getting tired of hearing about freestyle swimming but her voice was nice to listen to.

"No! No, I'm... just tired. Y'know." I reply, trying not to make her feel bad. She is passionate about this, despite her being a bitch, she's just doing her part here. "Sorry, continue."

"No, now I don't want to. You don't even want to hear it." She pouts, crossing her arms on her chest, her breasts pressing together slightly.

Fuck. Stop looking at her boobs, Louie.