Wanted by The Wanted | ✔️

|| EIGHTEEN ||

:| A V Y N L U N A V E R |:

"Leave me alone, Oscar!" I exclaim helplessly, almost tripping over the slippery edge of the pool as I come to a halt directly opposite him.

"Nope," he replies, walking calmly around the side of the pool to reach me.

An almost fear rises in my chest. What he said earlier about taking off my bra and underwear to eat (to eat food, not my undergarments, that is) really got to me, but what got me even more hot and bothered was that he said he'd dry me off afterwards with the blankets he brought. Does that imply me being... naked? Dear lord, Avyn.

I squeak and run around to the other side as he closes in on me, but underestimate the amount of water around the edge (and my clumsiness) and trip over, eyes screwed shut as I plummet to the ground. I fall on my front, palms grazed and knees scratched deeply by the grater-like drains around the pool. Pain springs to mind immediately as I sit and pull my knees up to my chest, a thin stream of crimson blood starting to run down my leg.

"Ow," I mumble as Emme gasps and hurries towards me, leaning against the edge of the pool.

"Avyn! Are you okay?" she asks anxiously, eyes watching the blood trickle down my leg as I answer shakily, "Y-yeah. I'm clumsy. Sorry."

"Don't apologise," she frowns as Oscar sits down behind me with a guilt-ridden face.

He glances at the damage down and holds one of my injured hands in his, murmuring, "I'm sorry."

I pull my hand away from him, "It's fine, it was my fault," I turn to dangle my feet in the water, gesturing for him to get back in and enjoy himself again.

The pain dullens as I ignore it, "Really, it's fine," I repeat honestly as he slowly eases himself into the water, eyes cloudy with remorse.

Looking at the others nodding in understanding and continuing to have fun, I barely notice the absence of Trent in the water until Oscar's eyes are widening at something behind me.

"Trent, don't!" he reaches out but it's too late as I feel hands roughly shove me forward and make me lose my balance on the edge of the pool.

I topple in, eyes shut and swallowed by the muffled sound of angry screaming. Chlorine stings my knees and palms where I was cut as Oscar's arms wrap around my torso and lift me to the surface.

"What the fuck, Trent!" Oscar scolds Trent, who looks confused, "What? It's just water, dude."

"She tripped and fell. She's bleeding, that's why she didn't get in the water," he snaps, holding me to his uncovered chest protectively as I loop my arms around his neck to keep myself up and look back at Trent, who looks like he regrets it.

"Ignore him," I say, "It's fine, you didn't know. Go and finish your business with Red," I encourage with a wink, sending him a forced smile as he guiltily nods.

He apologises sadly before walking off to Red, "Sorry, Avs. I didn't know."

After he wades off towards Red, I poke Oscar in his chest, "Rude. I'm fine."

"You're hurt," he insists with a frown.

"I'm not a baby, I can handle a little boo boo," I scoff as he smirks, looking down at my breasts which are flush against him like the rest of my body, "Well you're clinging to me like one."

With a glare, I go to pull away but he locks me in his arms and plants a kiss under my jaw, "That wasn't an invitation to leave, Avyn," he states as I rub the spot where he kissed me, as if wiping away the tingles.