If your very first meeting with the infamous Heath Parker was an embarrassing incident in the boy's bathroom, your life will be turned upside down.
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Jasmine Winters has two decent options when she mistakenly catches the school's notorious b...
When you feel like you've been working on this book since the beginning of time when you've actually only updated thirteen chapters...:(((
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I will NOT disappoint my readers and somehow motivate myself to finish the book with a satisfying ending! Chapter THIRTEEN...here we go!!
The water was cold.
Wait a minute........ No, it was absolutely, horribly, bone-chillingly freezing. And if that description of the water wasn't great enough, Jasmine didn't know what would be.
This was not the only thing that popped into her head the minute her body crashed into the pool.
One. She got a good idea of her mass, determined by the level of pain she felt as the water crashed against her body.
Two. Her lungs would not function properly the moment her whole head was submerged in the water, therefore, she gulped in mouthfuls of chemicals, forgetting that it was not oxygen.
Three. Her toes did not touch the bottom of the pool.
And four. Jasmine Winters did not know how to swim.
She thrashed frantically and spit out gallons of pool water before gulping it right back in. Her arms flailed, legs kicked at the current (only existent in her own imagination) before she felt them cramp up.
She gurgled as the water began filling her lungs. "Please help!" She cried, yet her voice was muffled, drowned by the sound of laughter. "Someone, please!"
'I'm going to die.' Jasmine thought, as her body began to sink. 'I'm going to fucking DIE!'
She helplessly began paddling to the edge of the pool, until a pair of strong arms seized her from behind and boosted her to her destination. "Hey, you okay?" Edward chuckled, running his fingers through his straight, brown hair. Jasmine pushed herself up using her hands and ignored his question, staggering towards the house. The boy closely followed, grabbing his shirt to wipe the water off his shirtless body. "I at least need a thank you-"
"Thanks." Jasmine stiffly nodded, marching into the pathway that had already been made for her. The crowd knew not to mess with a nearly-drowned angry teenage girl. "Where is he?"
"Where is who?" Edward asked, turning his head.
"That dick!" Jasmine grasped a handful of her dark locks, now tangled and disheveled from the chlorine Piscina. "That....that unspeakable, devilish, dirty and terribly selfish blond jerk! I have to find him NOW!"
