“Rynn?!” I slapped my hand in the chemical water and fished around to find Rynn’s shirt. “Rynn?!”
How could I be so stupid?! Of course he can’t swim!
“Did you get him?!” Roberta’s eyes were wide and her cup had fallen to the ground by now. The girls who had pushed him in were all huddled together. One was even crying.
I could feel my heart beating in my ears and could tell the blood was gone from my face.
Rynn didn’t seem to be surfacing again. I was about to pull my hand back out so I could dive when he emerged and dug his nails into my arm for dear life.
His eyes were wide and he froze when he knew he wasn’t going down again. I winced for a second, but then saw him shaking.
“Go get a towel or something!” Roberta called to one of her guests.
“Rynn?” I moved my head to his a little and felt his nails push deeper into my bare arm. “Ow…Rynn…you’re nails.” I took a peek and saw all 10 of them in my skin making some blood leak out and drift into the pool.
I felt devastated. Is…Rynn…really that scared?
“Come on.” I moved upwards a bit, making his grip tighten on me, but then I used my other hand to pull him up and he started to function again by slowly lifting himself out of the pool.
“Rynn?” I asked shyly.
“Oh my gosh! Rynn I’m sorry!” The girl who did most of the shoving sobbed through her hand. He just stayed still with his head down.
“Hey! I got a towel!” The guy Roberta called to earlier came with a pink flowered print cloth and then handed it to his hostess. She scurried over then put her hands out.
“Rynn, here.” She stayed calm.
His hands slowly came up to grab the material, and his eyes seemed emotionless.
“I didn’t know you couldn’t swim…I feel like this is my fault.” Roberta put on a sad face. “Sorry.”
I saw Rynn’s hand choke the towel and his jaw tighten. In a quick swing, he threw it to the ground and turned to me.
“I’m leaving!” He huffed and walked away.
“Uh? Do you want me to get you some extra clothes?” Roberta called out to him.
“No!” He yelled back.
I quickly picked up the towel and ran after him, but he was already pushing his way through the crowd in Roberta’s living room making a few people laugh and ask him the same question over and over of what happened to him.
I don’t blame him for being mad. He almost drowned! If those girls would have backed off and given him some room to breathe then maybe this wouldn’t have happened.
He opened the front door then stomped out leaving a puddle in his wake.
“Rynn! Wait! You’ll catch a cold! Here! Use this!” I pinched the back of his shirt so he’d slow down and turn to face me, but all he did was slap my arm away.
