Double Take [Sequel to Bound]

6. Bikini Encounters

I SWEAR THIS WAS LONGER ON MICROSOFT WORD OK I DON'T KNOW WHY IT SEEMS SO SHORT FML.

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Chapter 6 – Bikini Encounters

Klara’s POV:

          “Oh, you’re here.”

          The bored words escaped my mouth before I could even comprehend it, and my sister looked away from the textbook laid out in front of them to glare at me. I leaned against the entrance way of the dining room, watching the two of them as Vin pressed his lips together.

          “Yes, Vin is here,” Leah retorted, emphasizing his name as if to remind me that the boy in front of me actually did have one. “We’re having a tutoring session.”

          I rolled my eyes, pretending to examine my nails – most likely looking like more of a bitch. “I know,” I said. “I could practically hear the boredom in this room.”

          Leah let out a tired sigh as Vin kept his eyes on the textbook, avoiding my gaze at all costs. “Get out, Klara,” she said. “We’re trying to study.”

          “You’re so mean to me,” I pouted mockingly. When my sister sent me another killer glare, I put my hands up in defense and pushed myself off the wall. “Fine, fine, I’ll leave.”

          Sighing, I turned and left the dining room and basically wandered around the house, trying to find something to do. As I turned the corner, I accidently bumped into someone, and looked up to see that it was only my mother. “Whoa, there, sweetheart,” she chuckled, steadying herself.

          “Sorry, Mum,” I apologized, running a hand through my wavy hair.

          “What’s wrong?” Mum questioned, raising a perfectly plucked blonde eyebrow. “You look…. Bored.”

          “Because I am bored!” I exclaimed with a pout. “There’s nothing to do.”

          Mum laughed in amusement, clearly finding my state of boredom very funny. “Why don’t you go on out for a swim?” she suggested, nodding her head over to the back of the house, which had the doorway to the backyard, which was mostly our swimming pool that Dad had installed when Leah and I were around ten years old.

          I shrugged, finding that there was nothing better for me to do. “All right,” I finally said, “thanks.”

          “What’re moms for?” Mum smiled before continuing on to the living room – which was like her cave. She loved watching TV possibly more than I did.

          I then ran up the stairs, skipping a step at a time, before locking myself in my bedroom and stripping out of my clothes. Once I was in my black bikini, I grabbed a towel and slipped on my flip flops before going back downo1stairs and towards the doors that led to the pool.

          For the next hour or so, I simply swam around in the pool and enjoyed the London sun that rarely ever made an appearance. I kept afloat most of the time; dunking inside the pool of water every once in a while when the sun was getting too harsh on my skin. I stayed underwater for as long as I could go without air, until finally resurfacing with a loud gasp as I took in the air my lungs were deprived of.

          After an hour or so of swimming, I got out of the pool and grabbed my towel; drying myself off as much as I could before wrapping it around my body and reentering the house. Hugging it to my body, I headed towards the stairs, turning the corner only to bump into someone. Since I didn’t expect that, the surprise of it caused my grip on my towel to loosen, causing it to fall and pool at my feet, leaving me only in my bikini as the cool temperature of the house hit my body.

          Looking up, my eyes locked with the blue ones of Vin’s, which were widened as he realized that I was only standing in my bathing suit. He looked stunned and I think his face looked paler than usual, and if I’m being honest, I found it amusing how struck he found himself in front of a half naked girl.

          “I-uh-um,” he stammered, stumbling over his words before looking down at the ground where my towel lay. He bent down, grabbing it and handing it over to me; eyes trained on my face as he forced himself not to look any lower. “Your, uh, t-towel.”

          I chuckled under my breath as I grabbed it from him, not being able to help myself as I rolled my eyes. Just by his reaction, I could easily tell that Vin as more on the innocent side. Come to think of it, just by his regular face you could tell he was an innocent boy. He had big blue eyes with freckles speckled across the bridge of his nose, and pink lips that he would often bite out of what seemed as nerves. Vin was cute, in the innocent type of way.

          “You look like you’ve never seen a girl in a bikini before,” I state calmly, re-wrapping the towel around myself under my arms.

          Vin visibly relaxed, now that I was covered, and his right hand reached up to rub the back of his neck – which was started to have a red color creep its way up to his cheeks. I hated to admit it, but he kind of looked sort of, well, hot. “Sorry for, um, bumping into you,” Vin spoke, choosing to ignore my previous statement.

          “It’s okay,” I shrugged carelessly, running a hand through my wet hair. “Were you leaving?” I then questioned, noticing his bag and  not exactly sure myself why I was trying to make conversation with this guy.

          Vin seemed a bit surprised, as well, and I didn’t blame him. I normally always brushed him off and ignored him, yet here I am, actually making conversation with him. “Uh, yeah,” he responded awkwardly, clearly not expecting this. “Leah and my tutor session just ended.”

          I nodded, suddenly realizing that I was still in my towel. “Well – I’m gonna go change before I get sick,” I told Vin with a small, barely-there smile. “See you around, Vin.”

          I didn’t give him a chance to respond as I walked around him and up the stairs. As I did so, I heard the front door shut, signaling his departure, and as I rounded up the stairs, I let out a frightened gasp to see my sister leaning against the wall, the smirk that usually is on my face decorating her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest.

          “You were actually nice to Vince,” Leah mused, eyebrows rising in surprise. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised, either, because I was. “What the heck was that about?”

          I rolled my eyes, trying to play it off as I continued down the small corridor to where my bedroom was. “I can be nice once in a while, you know,” I called out to her lazily as I neared my room.

          “Aw, Klara, are you softening up to Vince?” Leah questioned with a teasing pout as I entered my room, hand on the door knob as I turned to face my twin.

          A scoff escaped me, rolling my eyes once again. “Please, Leah,” I pursed my lips, “I’m not a softie, nor will I ever be.”

          Leah, unlike me, wasn’t letting this conversation drop. “But you’re never nice to guys. Like, you’re always a bitch when you aren’t hooking up with them. But you were actually, slightly nice to Vin. That’s gotta mean something, right?”

          “Or,” I retorted, stressing the word, “you’re just reading too into it, like you always do. Please, Leah, keep your relationship dreams to yourself, all right? You know I don’t do boyfriends.”

          The last thing I expected Leah to do was smirk. “I never said anything about Vin becoming your boyfriend.”

          A loud groan escaped me, swinging my door as it slammed shut. That simply was followed by the sound of my sister’s laughter, echoing down the hallway as I mentally stabbed her with knives multiple times. Sisters were so annoying.