Roles Reversed

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Why would he have a bag of my clothes? And bathing suit, and pajamas... At that precise moment, I saw Shay's truck come racing up the hill and skid to a stop about ten yards from the pond.

He stepped out and slammed the door. He pulled some blankets out of the backseat and flung them onto the truck bed. What the heck?

Once he was close enough to me, I thrust the bag of clothes in his face.

"Explain. Now," I demanded. I was fuming at this point.

"Calm down, chickadee. I pulled some strings and you and I are going to go star gazing tonight," he said.

"One, how is this badass? Two, what if I don't want to be here? Did you consider my reaction when you told me I'd be sleeping outside with you? Hmm? Did you?" I shouted. I was mad. I wanted a fun, happy afternoon. This was not my idea of fun and happy.

"One, it's a process. You can't be badass overnight. Two, I know you want to be out here because you crave the adventure. You probably have never done anything like this, and you'll be thanking me later. But since we're 'besties' or whatever word you used a second ago, I won't say I told you so. How about that?" He threw back at me.

Without any warning whatsoever, he picked me up over his shoulder and jumped into the pond, drenching us both.

"Shay Riley! I'm going to kill you!" I screeched.

The water wasn't as cold as I thought I'd be, which was a plus. He came up only to have me dunk his head back under again. I'm sure my makeup was horrifically smeared around my eyes.

"Live a little, chickadee," he said softly.

I sighed. "Fine. But now I'm soaking wet, and these jeans are uncomfortable."

"Then take them off," he said nonchalantly.

"Um, no, how about I don't?" I tried to sound condiment about it but my voice wavered towards the end.

"It'd be like you were wearing a bathing suit. It's not a big deal," he insisted.

"Shay! I hardly know you and you want me to swim in my underwear in this creepy pond with you?! Have you lost your mind?" I yelled.

I don't know what I expected to happen after that. I guess I anticipated a lecture or a scolding or something along those lines.

Nothing, and I mean nothing, surprised me more than when he pressed his lips against mine. My senses seemed electrified. It took a second to process, but I finally pulled away.

I was kind of at a loss for words. He rested his forehead against mine.

"Sorry," he breathed, "that was the only way I knew how to get you to stop yelling at me."

I just stayed quiet for a beat.

I splashed him. "Ass," I said with a laugh. I tried to play it off like it was no big deal, but he just took my first kiss, and that's something you can never get back.

*Shay POV*

Guilt. That's what I felt. I knew enough from my sister that a girls first kiss is a big deal, and I just stole Sasha's.

"Ass," she said and splashed me. I knew she was just trying to cover, but I played along.

I splashed her back and then swam away, waiting for her to swim after me. She did, and we played around like that for about another hour or two.

When we did finally get out, we decided that since our clothes were soaking wet, including our underwear, that we would sit on the dock and wait for them to dry a little.