Skinny Dipping At Dusk

The Ropes Course

Once again, undedited. My chapters for a little while will have some mistakes, and I'm sorry for that, it's just that one of my editors is in her final year of collage, and taking a lot of HARD classes and is having trouble even uploading her own stories, and my other editor is just like me, has sports and highschool to worry about. So, it's either upload normally with mistakes or upload when they can edit... and I think you would all stop reading if I didn't update normally so...

Here's the new chapter, hope you like it. :D

Worry crossed over Landon’s face as Owen’s dark figure neared the dock. I motioned for him to go under the dock and he did so, slowly gliding through the water. By the time Owen was at the edge of the peer, he was out of sight.

“What are you two doing out here?” he asked looking down at me.

I turned to face Gavin, unsure of what to say. “Uh, we decided to take a swim. That’s why we’re in the water,” Gavin said with a snotty tone.

Why was he acting like that? Owen hadn’t done anything. “Well you should be back up watching the movie with everyone. Who gave you permission to come down here?”

Before Gavin could give the cook more attitude, I bumped in. “I’m sorry it was my fault. I wanted to come down by the lake, so Gavin came. And I’m a counselor so, I guess I gave him permission.”

Owen pressed his lips together in frustration. It was true, I am a counselor. So shouldn’t I be able to do what I want? I mean, I know I was younger than the other counselors, but still.

“Very well,” he finally replied. “But just make sure to check with me if it’s okay next time.”

I nodded my head in his direction. Although Owen seemed suspicious, he just sighed and turned around. “Okay, well I’m going to go check on Landon. You two get dressed and back to the game room.”

Owen turned around and headed back up for shore. Panic surged through me and I looked down under the dock to see a paranoid expression on Landon’s face. It was one of those times where he squished up his face and looked all cute and constipated at the same time.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I turned to Landon. “Shit, he’s going to be so mad. Wait, Mia go and distract him to I can get back in time,” he said creeping towards the shore.

I was just about to agree but then remembered who I would be helping. “No,” I stated flatly.

“Fine, but when Owen finds me out of my room, he might just give me more kitchen duty. Which means more time with you, so I don’t mind,” he said coolly, stepping out of the water and onto the beach.

Sighing, I wadded into shore and pulled myself out. “Only so I don’t have to see your face every morning," I scowled before running after Owen in my dripping clothes.

I caught up to the cook in no time; he had heard me coming so he turned around. “What’s up?” he asked looking over my wet appearance.

Oh crap. What was I supposed to say? “Uh, the sky.”

Wow, was that the best I could think of? Owen gave me a funny look before letting out an awkward chuckle. “Nice one, but really, what’s up?”

“Potato’s,” I finally spit out, searching my mind for some sort of explanation. “I mean, yesterday when we were making those mozzarella sticks and little potato patties, I cooked them wrong. Well I sort of got a few complaints from the boys about them being undercooked, so I was wondering how land should I have them in the oven for?”