Drowning With You

CH. 21 💋

LOUIE'S POV

I'm not avoiding her per se, but I sure as hell am not seeking her out. I can't believe we did that. That I did that.

I don't talk to her at swim practice. The one swim lesson we've had since then has only been laps and laps to limit the amount of talking that could take place between us.

We didn't even yell at each other, since that would meaning speaking to each other. It's awful, but it's what is needed. She's nothing other than a fuck. That's what I need to remember.

A fuck that can never happen again, despite me being the one to initiate last weekend's... interaction.

Even throughout the week, I've gotten glares from her and a few snarky comments about my swimming. It's just like her-- doing something out of character, only to go stone cold, once again.

Now, it's Thursday and I'm meeting Winter at the pool in fifteen minutes. I've never dealt with this before-- seeing someone after a hook up. I haven't had too many, but all of them I had never seen afterwards.

But Winter is stuck with me for multiple hours a week, alone in the same room. Every time I see her, all I want to do is strip her bare and kiss her everywhere, whispering dirty words into her ears while she sweats beneath me.

I walk in a few minutes late, not even changed, because still-- a part of me wants to mess with her head. She glares again, "You're late. Again."

Rolling my eyes, I pass her and go to the locker room to change. Despite already being in her swimsuit, she follows me inside. Of course she does.

As much as she hates me and tells me such, she loves to yap and she loves to stare and she loves to watch me.

I love it too.

I change out of my clothes, not hiding one bit. It's not anything she hasn't seen before. I sort of want her to see it again, maybe because I want attention or maybe because I want to tease her with what she can no longer have.

Instead of talking, she stays silent, her gaze never leaving my now naked body. I continue as normal, ignoring her existence. She deserves it after being the biggest bitch to me this week.

How can she switch up so fast after being the one to make it clear that nothing happened between us?

Once I'm in my swimsuit, I leave her behind in the locker room. She speeds past me, a flare in her hips as she walks, then jumps into the water.

"Get in and start a 600 flutter. No arms or breaststroke kick or you restart." She demands, tripling the warm up distance and her tone is more stern, as if she's going to try catching each mistake and make me go from the start.

I pissed her off even more than usual. Lovely.

I finish off the 600 on the second try, having to restart after I had gotten to around 400 meters since I had accidentally let out one breaststroke kick off the wall. The motherfucker caught it.

"1000 freestyle. Flip turns each wall, don't stop or you restart." The new order makes me want to die, but instead I nod and continue. My arms ache and I need more air than I am taking in, but once I hit the wall in completion and see Winter, I don't hesitate before grabbing her head and shoving her under the water.

A gargle comes out of her mouth before she starts sputtering out the water as she wipes the water off of her eyes since she wasn't wearing her goggles when I dunked her.

"What the fuck, Louie?" She yells, shoving me under now. Submerged under the water, I wrap my arms around her and bring me her with me. A moment later, we are coming up for air, our eyes locked on each other and our breathing is fast and loud.