The John K. Bradley High end of the year Pool Party Bash. It was the biggest end of the year celebration for the seniors in the entire state of California.
I had waited four years for this party. It was the only reason I had maintained good grades; you need a 2.75 to go.
Armed with a pink beach towel and dressed in a red bikini ready for war, I bolted off of the coach bus the moment it stopped. People were desperately clawing their way out to get to the pool. It was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit so the cool water was a refreshing feeling as I chucked my towel and beach tote on the lawn and quickly dived in.
The hired DJ, a kid from our school ironically named DJ (short for Dillion Johnson), was the best in town and everyone cheered as he began to play his amazing mixes. The party was in full swing. Teachers were barbecuing hot dog and hamburgers for us, music was blasting, beach balls had been tossed into the crowd filling the large pool, the water slides were packed, there was even a beach volleyball game happening between the four best players on the champion title winning school volleyball team.
Suddenly, the music was turned down a little and the kids conversation decreased dramatically. I glanced around me, about to ask Chelsea what was happening, when a pair of large hands clamped over my eyes. I placed my own hands over them and gently lifted them off, turning around to face the person as I did so.
A small squeal erupted from inside me as I saw the face. I engulfed him in a hug and instantly began crying slightly.
"Harry," I cried.
"I'm back Brooke. I'm back for your graduation and then I'm taking you with me."
I cried harder and tightened my hug. I hadn't seen my boyfriend in over a year. He left for world tour last February and that was the last time I saw him. It's the beginning of June now and he chooses to surprise me at the Pool Party.
"I love you so much Harry."
"I love you to Brooke."
