Chapter 8- My Best Friend Is A Bridezilla

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After our steamy time together Bennet hasn't stopped complaining about me making him late.

"You know other people would take this as a sign to not go," I say jokingly only for him to glare daggers at me. When he glares at me he looks similar to his cousin Camila.

She's very scary I try not to poke fun at her too much.

"You act like we are never going to see each other again," Bennet says nervously laughing.

He can laugh all he wants, but I know his parents have tried multiple times to make sure we never see each other before. One reason why I am against this.

"Shut up and kiss me," I tell him not caring who sees us kissing at the airport. He is more shy with public displays of affection than I am.

He leans in giving me a quick peck I frown at this. I tell him I want a proper kiss he puts his lips on mine slower this time.

Pulling apart from one another Bennet looks like he wants to say something to me. Biting his lip he seals what he wants to say to me.

"Don't do anything too reckless while I am away," Bennet says scolding me like a little kid. Sometimes I find it endearing.

"You know me I'm just a troublemaker. Can't make you any promises." I say laughing while he scowls at me.

I wave my hand goodbye to him for the time being as he waves back. Don't worry he will probably see me sooner than he expected.

It's now late afternoon and I find myself jogging the beach coast. I want a drink which isn't good, especially after last time.

Instead here I am looking like one of those Baywatch characters. It didn't hurt that I had people eyeing my body. It makes me feel good about myself.

"Help! Someone help!" I hear shouting in the ocean. Looks like a skinny man trying to help someone to shore.

I look around noticing how no lifeguards are nearby to help. Isn't their whole job to help people like this?

Sighing I stop my jog and take action. I run into the sea while people are calling me crazy. At least I am doing something everyone else is videotaping on their stupid phones.

"I got you!" I shout grabbing hold of what feels like a feminine arm. Together he and I both rescue the girl.

Getting sea water out of my eyes I blink noticing Finn standing before me. What are the chances?

"You..you have got to be kidding me." He scoffs annoyed that I am his savior.

Not paying him no mind my eyes go back to Ingrid who is lying unconscious on the sand.

I look at Finn asking if he knows how to do CPR frantically he tells me no he doesn't. This is going to be awkward then because I know how.

I lean down putting my mouth on Ingrid's cold ones. I start doing compressions and repeating what I have been taught.

Finn doesn't look jealous of me right now he looks envious actually. After a few times of repeating CPR Ingrid coughs up water.

Now that I know she is alive I admire her bikini choice. It's a dark purple that highlights her cleavage and ass perfectly.

Ingrid's golden eyes fume noticing me checking her out. Her hand reaches the side of my face slapping me in the process.

"Ouch! This is the thanks I get?" I whine rubbing where she hit me.

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