Teach Me How to Dive (A Tom Daley Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Lottie's P.O.V

The next morning I wake up to the bright sun streaming in my blinds. I know I’m supposed to get up and pick up Gemma by two, but I’m so exhausted from being at the pool late last night I don’t want to get up, and it’s already one fifteen. It usually takes me at least fifteen minutes to get to Gemma’s but I don’t care. Then I remember – I had finally talked to Tom last night. He had got my number. And my secret could be out. The secret that I went to the pool late at night and dove.

“Lottie, get up!” George yells at me from the hallway.

I groan and roll over in bed, pulling the pillow over my head.

“Lottie! Its fracking one fifteen!” he pounds his fists on my door and I scream into the mattress. I’m beyond frustrated from what happened last night and I don’t want to get up and be social, even if it is with my best friend.

“I’m coming in if you don’t get up!” George continues yelling. I push my messy hair out of my face and sit up in bed; it’s still kind of wet from swimming last night and reeks of chlorine and vanilla spray.

“I’m up, George,” I call back sleepily, and I hear his footsteps moving away from my bedroom. Practically crawling, I drag myself to the shower and wash the chlorine out of my hair, shaving and conditioning my hair back to being soft and shiny. I get out of the shower, drying off and squeezing out the ends of my hair. I check the clock, and it’s almost one thirty. I still have time to pick Gemma up on time. I blow dry my hair and straighten the waves out of it, I really don’t feel like dealing with it being frizzy today.

I quickly put on light makeup – foundation, a brush of blush over my high cheekbones, eyeliner and mascara. I put on my bathing blue polka dot bikini under white, high waisted and a shorts and a loose blue blouse. I have barely enough time to throw my phone in my purse, grab my duffle bag and keys and get down to eat something before I have to leave.

“You’re finally up!” George grins at me over a bowl of cereal.

“It’s almost one forty five, why are you eating cereal?” I narrow my eyes at him.

“Where are you going?” He avoids my question, pointing his spoon at my purse in my hand.

“To pick up Gemma, as usual,” I response quickly, and he goes back to eating his cereal. Sighing, I grab a protein bar out of the kitchen drawer and hurry out to my car. Mom is already gone for work and she won’t be back until late, as usual. Sometimes I really miss having Dad around; Mom was always so happy back when he was alive. But Dad’s been gone since I was eight, and now I barely remember Mom being that way.

When I get to Gemma’s house she hops right into the passenger’s side, giving me a look. I check the clock – its one fifteen.

“Sorry Gems,” I sigh, pushing my hair out of my face and gripping the steering wheel. “I slept a little late this morning.”

“Oooooh,” she grins devilishly. “Who kept you up?”

“Oh hush, you know I don’t have anyone like that,” I try to hide a smile. “And if I did, you’d be the first to know.”

“I know, I just wanted to say it,” she looks at me, white teeth gleaming in the sunlight. I smile back and go back to focusing on the road.

“Did you want to the go the pool first? I mean, I know we usually do, but you said you wanted to go to the shopping center, and I figured we may as well go first so we don’t have to smell like chlorine with our hair all messed up.”