-Annabeth-
We had had our physical education lesson as fifth lesson, it was a Friday, the day we didn't go to our tutors after last lesson. It was in the school-provided pool and I was diving in, when everyone had already gone to get changed. I broke into a breast-stroke over the three-metre-deep water, swimming the length. I get to the end of the pool, pulling myself out. I look up, being met with the sea green eyes of the leader of the swimteam.
"Hey," I mutter, swiping my drenched blonde curls onto my left shoulder, quickly rushing around the pool edge to the changing rooms.
This happened a few times, each Friday, actually. And we had begun to exchange smiles. It got like a routine, over and over until they didn't show up anymore. They stopped coming and I guess I was disappointed, because I liked looking at the lopsided, one-dimpled smile as I got out of the water. It was approaching Christmas, meaning that I would no longer be swimming until late next year.
Just forget about him 'Beth. I told myself. He doesn't know you exist.
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The next year
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I had finally got swimming again, after it being one of my favourite Physical Education lesson. I feel self conscious when I realise that you can see the curve of my waist and hips. The lesson goes as normal, swimming back and worth for an hour, then swimming the length. I decide against doing the final length so I walk straight to the changing rooms. Keeping my eyes trained on my feet, I walk swiftly, knocking into someone.
"Hey-" the person says and I look up. I'm once again met with the eyes of the swim leader.
"Yeah, Hi," I say and shift, an arm across my chest, but he wasn't looking at my body, he was studying my face intently, smiling. "Why- are you staring..?"
"I never got a chance to look at you closely," he laughs, in disbelief. "Hey, could you do me a favour? Get changed and come back here, I wanna talk to you personally."
Did he just? He did. I dip my head, moving past him to change. I change into my uniform, going to the pool side, watching him. It's a short time before he gets out and simply pulls on a shirt before escorting me out if school.
"You wanted to talk to m--" I begin to say, but he cuts me off.
"Can you pretend to date me? My mum- she uh- thinks I do because I told her about you..?" He mutters nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah, why not?" I smile, laughing a little.
"Come meet her? My mum, I mean," He says, jokingly grasping my hand and I nod, telling him to lead the way.
Long story short, Sally was a wonderful lady who believed we dated for a year.....
And then we actually got together, and she still doesn't know.
I interlock my fingers with Percy's, our hands resting on my stomach. We were laid on the sofa, I was between his legs, facing the ceiling with my head on his chest. Feeling a kiss be pressed to the top of my head, I smile, drifting off.
