Say Cheese

Chapter 4 - Under The Sea

I'm not in trouble.

Drake is, however, and once we told Madison exactly what happened, she opted to take my side and blame Drake for my wardrobe malfunction.

That's probably why he is frowning angrily in my direction from across the swimming pool.

I wave back and smile cheerily.

His eyebrows furrow and I fight the urge to laugh.

He swims to the side and gets out of the water.

I'm sitting with Eve on one of the benches near the swimming pool and we both watch the angry fellow approach us.

I know I should be scared but all I can focus on is Drake's six pack as he's coming closer towards me.

"Nice abs," breathes Eve hungrily.
I give her an inquisitive look just before Mr Moody is standing right in front of me.

"We need to talk," he says to me.

"Later," I mumble, trying to pry my eyes away from his abs.

"I'll be waiting outside," I can hear the smirk in his voice so I know he caught me staring.

When he leaves, I'm still blushing and Eve nudges me knowingly, "Looks like someone's got a little crush," she says in a sing-song voice.

I nudge her back playfully , "I don't know what you're talking about. I do not have a crush on Drake."

"Hmm, then why is he not Mr Moody anymore?" She smirks.

"He's not as moody as I first thought he was." I admit.

"Oooh," she says in a high-pitched girly voice.

I roll my eyes and look out to the pool, "Do you want to go in and actually do some swimming?"

"Nah, I'm fine sitting here and drooling over the lifeguards. And don't try and change the subject, young lady. Mr Lover Boy's waiting for you so you better go and keep his panties in check."

"I wonder if you were talking about me, by any chance?" A voice comes from behind me.

"Fuck off Noah. It's rude to spy on people like that!" Eve tells off.

"Sorry," he raises his hands in mock surrender.

Up close, I must admit that, Noah's cute. He has jet black hair which covers quite a bit of his face and a nice pair of dark brown eyes that can melt any girl's heart.

He also has an everlasting smirk which reminds me of someone I know...

Noah looks at me curiously, "So this must be the girl who so eloquently blessed us with a front seat view of her cleavage this morning."

I narrow my eyes at him, "And this must be the boy who's given already half the girls on this campus STD's."

He grins at that, clearly proud, "Probably more."

Eve fake gags, "Oh, gross. Flo, I told you Mr Get In My Pants is a desperate man whore."

"I think you mean Mr Hotness Overload," he corrects her.

I laugh at that. This guy's ego needs to be toned down.

Eve shrugs, "Babe, I've seen better." She turns to me, "Your boyfriend is waiting and his panties are about to explode."

I shove my middle finger at her and turn to walk in the direction of the door.

I'm in my bathing suit so once I step into the hallway, a rush of clod air meets me.

I see Drake leaning against a wall, his hands in his pockets and his eyes shooting daggers at me, "You took your time," he says rudely.

"Whatever. Why did you ask me here?" I ask lazily.

"Why did you ask me here?" He imitates me, staring at me with cold eyes as he does so.

I put my hands on my hips. I am not in the mood to deal with his moodiness.

He may be having a crap day but he has got to deal with it and stop taking it out on me.

"You got me in trouble," he accuses, "Because of something which was your fault."

"Because of me?" I retort angrily, "You were the one who pushed me in first!"

He lets out a frustrated sigh and looks around him as if he's speaking to a child.

I fold my arms noticing his desire to be anywhere but here, "You were the one who asked me out here in the first place and now you're acting like I'm some annoying pest clinging on to you."

"You are some annoying pest clinging on to me!" He cries out, irritated by my retaliation, "Getting me into trouble for what? Amusement?"

"Drake, you're not even in that much trouble."

"I'm on cleaning duty for the rest of the week. Cleaning duty!? I don't even know how to use a hoover."

I laugh, "You don't know how to use a hoover?"

"Shut up," he says, but I can see that he's trying not to laugh.

"You're acting like cleaning duty is the end of the world. What's your problem?"

"You. My problem is you!" He exclaims, "I'm already in trouble on the first day because of your stupid decision to wear a white dress when we're going to waterfall and now this entire summer's going to be torture!"

I shake my head at him, "You are unbelievable. It's your fault you're in trouble, don't try and pin this on me!"

He's not listening to me, "This is all your fault. By the end of this week, if I don't run away due to your idiocy, I'm sure to be expelled."

I sigh in exasperation and look up to the ceiling. What have I done to deserve this?

"One, you pulled me in with you! It's your fault I got wet! Two, what idiocy? What did I do to make you so mad? You're the one who's been acting like a jerk for no reason!"

"It's not my fault you were wearing such see through clothes and a bright set of underwear. I'm not acting like a jerk, I'm like this to everyone. And you're the one who's so obsessed with me, drooling over my body."

I scoff, "Please. I do not give two bloody hoots about you or your body. I'm extremely pissed right now, because you brought me out here to argue about something that's so pointless and stupid, we may as well be on a reality show with all the drama you're trying to showcase this out to be."

"I'm asking Madison to switch our partners," he tells me, angrily, "Maybe, I won't need to have such an annoying bitch as my partner."

I slap him.

My hands are shaking uncontrollably. Shocked, he looks at me, his hand on his cheek. "Tomorrow," he croaks out.

I grit my teeth, "Do what you want."

I walk back to the swimming pool, aware of Drake still clutching his cheek behind me.

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