Love and Cool Water

Love and Cool Water Chapter 8...

Right so this isn't as long as i thought it was going to be but i came up with another idea of how i want the story to go. so expect a major twist in the next few chapters. oh and i apologise in advance to what is going to happen.

Moving on hehehe

enjoy!!!!

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Chapter 8...

As I arrived at the pool on Monday morning my stomach was in knots I have no idea why but I was nervous as hell. Ok so I don't care much for swimming around other people and I hate stop starting my practices, but what the hell. Swimming is swimming it repeated over and over in my head. I had woken up at stupid o'clock this morning and was now sitting outside the pool half an hour earlier then I would normally be.

I sloughed down in the driver's seat a little more as I waited letting my mind wonder back over the weekend. I had spent most of Sunday catching up on homework and at four, Sydney had come over to go over Prom idea's. In her head me and Noah were already official and nothing I said would convince her otherwise.

I hadn't heard from him, but I wasn't really bothered to much at this point, it had only been a day and I knew he would find a way to ask me out again. There was no doubt in my mind of that. The way he had looked at me in the ocean was enough to erase any trace of doubts or uncertainties clean away. I thought again of the kisses we had shared and felt myself smiling to myself for the hundredth time.

A sharp rap on the window startled me out of my daydreaming. Turning towards the window I saw Mr Taylor looking in at me, he gestured for me to open the window.

'So you decided to join us did you?' He asked with a smirk.

'Yeah I guess so.'

'Well you may as well come in and get going, the rest won't be here for another twenty minutes or so. But then I suppose you do have a lot of catching up to do.' I glared after him as he made his way inside before ripping my bag out after me and following him in.

I was muttering under my breath all the way as I changed and then made my way to the pool. Still muttering angrily I dropped my towel on the bench and stretched out my body in preparation to the torture I was about to endure at his hand.

'Right, well I guess we'll start with what I already know to be wrong. Starting!' I fumed at his blunt disregard and stomped up onto the platform. 'Whenever you're ready Miss Cameron.'

With prefect symmetry and grace I dived into the pool and nailed the dive. I knew I had I felt the ease of the flow into a power lap, but was pulled up by his whistle.

'Do it again.' I looked back at him with wide eyes.

'But that was perfect, you know it and I know it.'

'Do it AGAIN!' I paced over to the start again pulled myself out of the pool. I dived again perfectly but he pulled me to a stop again.

'Again!'

'What?' I ignored his reply and got out to dive again. I was just ready to leave the platform when his hand on my leg stopped me. He adjusted my back leg slightly and gestured me to go. Ok so I admit that slight adjustment made the delivery so much better but fuck him.

Without thinking I pulled to a stop as I finished the dive.

'What are you doing?'

'Getting out!'

'Did I tell you to stop swimming?'

'No but...'

'Then swim.'