Bench Players (ON HIATUS)

Eight

| | Chapter dedicated to Jcateyes  | |

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HoW ArE YoU, mY FrIeNd?

WhY aRe YoU My FrIeNd, YoU aSk? It iS BeCaUsE YoU aRe rEaDiNg ThIs! <3

Also, sorry for the very, very, very, berry late update 😅

Also also, I uploaded this the moment I finished writing it, so it's bound to be a little messy. BEWARE!!

HAPPY READING!!! xxx - PBJ

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*Zella's POV*

It seemed that the party had moved from inside the house to the outside.

As we cautiously made our way through the house and towards the pool area, we passed guys' shirts strewn all over the place and flip-flops sprinkled like decoration on several pieces of furniture along with the carpeted floor.

Don't tell me they got into the pool with their clothes on? It's like people didn't know consequences even existed anymore!

Strangely enough, we didn't meet any adults on our way. Though we did see a few people who had decided to stay inside and linger around the house.

It was Max's party, however - these things were probably to be expected.

Soon enough, we approached the sliding door that lead us to the backyard where the pool was.

Man, was this party crazy.

I stared as topless guys piggy-back wrestled the - still in their party wear - girls, splashing water at each other and laughing as several of them fell into the water. Yeah, they were really crazy. How were they going to explain this to their parents when they got home?

I had no idea, that's for sure.

I looked at Marcie who was still wide-eyed with shock at what we'd gotten ourselves into.

"So, shall we like, call our parents..." I started, but halted when Marcie turned to me, a slow and sly grin building up on her face. "Marcie, what are you thinking?"

One thing led to another and before I knew it, I was flying through the air... heading straight for the pool. In my precious new clothes.

I screamed.

Well, it was all I could do at that point.

With a loud splash, I landed right next to Scott. Landed like a fluffing princess, might I add.

Not.

I spluttered as I tried to resurface.

Choking on water while glaring up at Marcie, I felt anger bubbling up inside me. Her hysterical laughter intensified and softened as water entered and left my ears. I looked down at my outfit - wet. Soaking wet. Not to mention my beloved new shoes, too. Which reminded me, my mum was going to disown me...

"Nice bra," Scott mumbled, snickering at the end of his blunt statement.

I stared up at him in more shock. Yes, I was embarrassed. Yes, my bra (thankfully sports) was visible. But, honestly, of all the things to say?