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"I can't stop staring at her ti-ti-ti face, me and cat mama roll into a distant fog, Little did she know that I'm a nasty dog." Nasty Dog bySir Mix-A-Lot
Warning (Contains sexual content)
Amys eyes widened as her body went under the water, the chlorine stinging her eyes faintly as the water soaked into her.
She just sat there a few seconds, letting the cool belly of the pool calm her down. Eventually though, her lungs had enough, making her come up for air.
As soon as her head broke the surface of the water another splash came, hitting her straight in the face, making her cough and splutter.
Amy harshly wiped at her eyes in an attempt to see who the fuck had splashed her again, only to be met with a familiar face of curly hair.
"Amy?!" The boy called out, paddling towards the soaked blonde girl.
"Hey, Benj." She mumbled out, trying to harshly wipe the black that had smudged around her eyes.
"What are you doing in the pool?" He asked, floating beside the girl, ignoring the stares he was getting.
"I could ask you the same thing."
Benj laughed slightly, shrugging his shoulders, "Some guys threw me in."
"My friend pushed me in to cool me off, except now that I'm in, I'm freezing." Amy explained, feeling chills run through her body.
Benj stared at the wet girl before thinking. "Do you want to borrow a sweater?"
"You brought fucking sweater to a party?" Amy asked in disbelief.
'Maybe he was as much of a loser as Koosh was?'
He immediately shook his head, rambling in attempt to explain himself.
"I didn't, but, but, I was gonna borrow something off Koosh and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind if you borrowed something too. I'm mean since you two are friends and all, right?"
Amy laughed at the boys stuttering, finding it cute. She smiled to the boy as she swam towards the stairs of the pool, starting to get out as she waited for the boy to follow her.
Benj paddled after her grabbing ahold of her hand, leading her inside the house, ignoring the hard glares of what he could assume were Amy's friends.
