EMOTIONALLY ENTANGLED

Chapter 11.

CHAPTER 11: screams and shouts

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As I awoke the next morning, I groaned in annoyance at the huge hangover I was clearly sporting. God, the issues of alcohol. I pushed myself up in bed and sighed. What even happened last night?

After we refilled our drinks with something stronger, we headed back to the pool. I was already kind of tipsy so the added strength of the alcohol kicked in and I found myself in fits of giggles, Owen staring at me strangely.

I pushed myself into the pool and dunked my head down into the icy water before resurfacing, my hair wet and my shirt sticking to me even more than it did already. It showed my black lace bra as I smiled at Owen, whose eyes weren't particularly on my face.

"I think you need to cool down a bit before you end up strangling me or something," I giggled lightly and he only shakes his head.

"No, I'm fine. What're you doing? You'll get ill again," he spoke, his voice husky and I only tried to pull him in even more in which he finally agrees to. Before he gets in, he removes his shirt and jeans before joining me. Everyone else was inside after what happened so Owen and I were the only people outside.

"Come on, chicken are you?" I retorted, swimming away whilst making chicken noises in which Owen just smirked once again. He stood up, taking his shirt off along with his jeans before jumping in, splashing water into my face. As I opened my eyes once again, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Owen? Owen, where are you? Owen!" I stared desperately at the water trying to find where he was until a pair of strong hands grabbed me by the waist and pulled me down. I resisted releasing a yelp in surprise as the hands let me go and I resurfaced again.

Behind me, Owen was chuckling his ass off, some of his hair covering his face. It was a muffled noise due to the water still draining out of my ears. Ugh, it's gross.

"Stop laughing, you ass!" I shouted and he soon stops, his smirk widening even more. Sometimes, I never really understood Owen. One minute, he'll try to resist doing something and then after, he enjoys it, "you're a jerk."

I splashed some water in his face as he scrunches his eyes shut and moves his head to the right. Now he knows what it's like to have water in his ears. Then, I realised he was relaxing. His shoulders didn't tense up anymore and he seemed to be at ease with the world.

"See, now you're relaxed," I spoke.

"I am not relaxed. I'm simply not living my life."

"Oh, trust me, this is only one of the things on the list that ensures you're living your best life." he only grunted in response as I grinned. We joked around for a while until I started to shiver in which I remained on the edge of the pool whilst Owen swam a few more laps.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked and he only shrugged before climbing out, joining me at my side. Water droplets fell against his skin, falling into the dips and crevices of his body. Some drops slid down the contours of his face.

"What about you? I don't think you have any spare clothes," he spoke, looking at my wet attire, his gaze lingering on my chest as he gulped. It was a subtle move, but I noticed it anyway.

"I'll just borrow some clothes from Nicole. She won't mind too much." okay, so maybe she might mind a lot, but who's to say she'll ever find out?

We just sit there in silence, our feet splashing against the cold water, which didn't seem that cold to us anymore. Owen seemed so different when he wasn't thinking about gang stuff. He was so much more relaxed and chilled out about everything.