Fionnas POV;
After hauling Marshall back to the surface I pulled him to shore, quickly pressing on his chest and breathing into his mouth. Truth was, I didn't know how to do this. So I just kept pushing on his chest.
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Plug his nose and blow. Plug his nose and blow.
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Plug his nose an-
Marshall coughed up water, turning to his side and heaving.
"Marshall!" I exclaimed, jumping over him and kneeling near him with my hand on his shoulder.
"Hey... Fi." He said through coughs.
"Are you alright?! What were you thinking?"
"Ah, ya know." He coughed some more. "Figured I would try to impress you with my bad ass skills." He smirked.
"How'd that go for you?"
"Kinda back fired." He laughed, laying back on the grass. I sat there and watched his face, he seemed to have fallen asleep. But after a long minute of silence, Marshall finally whispered, "thank you. For saving me, that is."
I felt my cheeks burn, "well, I couldn't just let you die."
"You could have." He muttered as he sat up, "but then I have a feeling I wouldn't like you as much."
"That's because you would be dead." I stated bluntly. He laughed at me, and I found myself smiling at his laugh.
I looked him over, his hair slicked back and wet, a few stray locks hanging in his face, his muscles defined and shimmered in the sunlight. His boxers were long enough to hide everything, but his well toned legs curled up next to him. He was probably the most attractive guy that had ever talked to me.
"So where's your girlfriend?" I asked quietly before my brain could filter the outcome of such a stupid question.
He smiled cockily at me, "why, you interested?"
I rolled my eyes and let out a harsh laugh, "I was trying to help you breath, I wasn't looking for a reason to kiss you." And just like that, my face burned red. I had, technically, kissed him as I gave him mouth to mouth.
Marshall did nothing but laugh, "I don't have a girlfriend." He said at long last.
"But I always see girls around you." I noted.
"Doesn't mean I'm dating any of them." He said matter-of-factly.
I snorted, "so then they are just booty calls?" Somehow, this made him blush. It was adorable until his face twisted down into a grimace.
"I'm not like that, Fionna." His tone was harsh as he stood up and quickly pulled his clothes on.
Apparently I had struck a nerve. Marshall always seemed like the kind of guy who would leave a girl alone after a one night stand. Who would easily move on after breaking a girls heart. And maybe even date several girls at one time. That's what comes with the territory of good looking people.
"I'm sorry-"
"Don't be. It's clear that you think of me like everyone else does." He mumbled as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Come on. Let's go." He tossed the helmet at me without even a glance. I followed him slowly, feeling bad that I had accused him of something he obviously would never do.
He hopped on the bike and waited for me. But I just stood there and looked at him. He turned to me, hurt and anger boiling in his eyes. "Are you coming, or do you want me to leave you here?"
"I don't know you very well, Marshall. We just met today." I said quietly, looking at the ground and playing with the helmet strap in my hand.
"Your point?"
"Well you act like I'm supposed to know you. Like I'm supposed to Know how you act, who you date, and how many girls you've slept with." I smile wryly at the thought. "Yes, I know who you are. I've seen you around campus, I've marveled at your looks, I've seen you with countless girls. But I don't know you. I don't know the last thing about you, Marshall. You drive a motorcycle, act like a bad guy, but then you turn around and take me to a beautiful waterfall that has sentimental value to you?" I looked up at a confused Marshall. "You can't get mad at me for something that you never straightened out or even told me about. We just met today..."
He seemed to consider this as me nodded for me to hop on the bike. "Let's go have a talk, then."
