A little bit cold," I whispered, my teeth chattering. "It's going to get warm over time, don't worry," he said, guiding me . My heart was racing, but I couldn't tell if it was because of him or the icy water. The fact that I was a little nervous didn't help.
"Let's go deeper," he suggested, but I shook my head, my voice barely above a whisper. "No, can we stay here for a while?"
Haze was a patient teacher, guiding me through the water with ease. He showed me how to float, how to kick my legs, and how to use my arms to propel myself through the water. As we swam, I couldn't help but notice how close Haze was to me. Our bodies touched, and I felt the warmth of his skin. I tried to push the thought away, focusing on my swimming. But I couldn't deny the flutter in my chest whenever Haze touched me.
After what felt like an eternity, Haze said, "You're a natural!" I smiled, feeling proud of myself. "Thanks," I replied, trying to swim on my own. Accidentally, I started drowning. Haze quickly pulled me up. "Careful," he whispered, a small smile forming on his face.
"Sorry, I thought..." I trailed off, suddenly cut off by tension between us. Haze's eyes locked onto mine, .
What about Slavvy? It's not like I'm his anyway, but it still felt wrong. Haze's soft lips crashed onto mine, interrupting my thoughts.
What was I playing with??
Getting out of the water, I put on my uniform and handed Haze his wet shirt. "Thanks," my voice was barely above a whisper. He looked at me with a small smirk.
"What?" He looked at me, confused.
"Nothing," I giggled, trying to hide my smile. He raised his eyebrows, coming closer to me. "Are you going to tell me, or should I tickle you to tell me?" he playfully threatened. I laughed, running away from him as he chased me.
"Leave me alone!" I said, laughing breathlessly, trying to catch my breath. I ended up slipping and falling onto the pool . I tried to swim up, but panic took over. Before I could drown, Haze jumped in and pulled me above the water.
"Great, now my uniform is wet," I said, looking at myself while still in the pool. "You should have told me what you were laughing at; we wouldn't be here right now," Haze said.
"I was laughing at nothing," I giggled, splashing him with water. "Ah, really?" He gave me a wicked look. "You wouldn't dare," I said, looking him straight in the eye. A smirk formed on his face.
"There's no way for you to escape," he said, then tickled me. I laughed uncontrollably, unable to control myself. "Stop, please stop," I barely managed to say between laughs.
The tension in the air was palpable, and I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I wanted to.
"What the is going on?" Slavvy yelled, and my heart stopped beating for a second. I turned around to face him, his fists clenched, his eyes blazing with anger.
"I thought you were different," he spat, his voice venomous. "You made me believe in your lies just to hurt me, right? You're such a slut." He swore at me and stormed off. Tears filled my eyes, and I swam out of the pool, forgetting about Haze, and ran after Slavvy.
"Slavvy, wait! Slavvy, please listen to me!" I yelled, but he didn't stop. He walked up to Ashly pulled her to him, and kissed her like his life depended on it. I watched, my soul shattering into a million pieces.
I stormed back inside the school to get my stuff. "Tess...are you okay? I didn't mean-" Haze said, but I cut him off.
"No, it's okay. I'm good. I just want to go home," I said desperately, trying to hold back tears.
"Tess, I-" Haze started, but I interrupted him again.
"I said I'm okay, please," I cried, storming out on him too.
I took my bag and walked back home in the cold, rainy weather. At least it covered my tears. The walk was long, but I eventually made it back home. I didn't say anything to anyone; I just quickly walked upstairs to my room.
"Tess, are you okay?" Mrs. Bronco's voice came from downstairs, but I slammed the door behind me, throwing myself onto my bed. Regrets filled my mind and soul as I cried, feeling awful.
It made me second-guess everything. Yesterday, he said he hated Ashly today, he kissed her in front of me. And how is it my fault? He promised me a date
today, but he didn't show up the whole day. I know I shouldn't have kissed Haze, but who am I to him anyway? He never claimed me as his, so why should I not do what I want because he's going to get hurt?
Where was he the whole day, anyway? I sobbed for minutes before my phone rang. It was Slavvy's message. What does he want from me now? I viewed the message, and it said, "I'm sorry I kissed Can we please talk about it?" The message read, but I just left him on seen.
You can't just kiss someone you proclaim to hate in front of someone you love, and then an hour later, you say you're sorry. It doesn't work that way. My phone rang again, and it was a call from Slavvy. I declined it in anger, switching my phone off and crying through the rainy night.
As I lay there, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was in trouble, that I had made a mistake that would haunt me forever. The darkness outside seemed to closing in on me, and I felt like I was drowning in my own regrets.
I eventually drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster I had been on. But even in my sleep, I knew that tomorrow would bring its own set of challenges, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to face them.As I slept, my mind was filled with vivid dreams, a mix of memories and emotions that swirled together in a chaotic dance. I dreamed of Slavvy's kiss, of Haze's touch, and of the tears I had cried.
When I woke up, the rain had stopped, but the sky was still gray and cloudy. I lay in bed for a while, trying to gather my thoughts and make sense of everything that had happened.
But as I lay there, I realized that I couldn't stay in bed forever. I had to face the consequences of my actions, and I had to figure out what I wanted to do next.
I slowly got out of bed and began to get ready for the day. As I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes looked tired and puffy, and my skin was pale and washed out.
I took a deep breath and tried to shake off the feeling of sadness that had settled over me. I knew that I had made mistakes, but I also knew that I couldn't change the past. All I could do was move forward and try to make better choices in the future.
As I walked downstairs, I heard the sound of Mrs Broncos voice, calling out to me from the kitchen. "Tess, sweetie, come and have some breakfast!"
I walked into the kitchen, trying to put on a brave face. Ashly looked at me with a victory smile and I rolled my eyes annoyed.
At least he called me after your stupid kiss....