Let's Call it Love

Let's Call it Love:Chapter 23 Didn't Prevail

Chapter dedicated to my sister. She's moving out for college leaving me with my dad. Thanks for always being there for me, bro. :') 

 -Picture of Gaspard Ulliel on the right as Chase Tristan Palmer :)

Let's Call it Love
Chapter 23
Didn't Prevail


It's been a month, I've been moving about around the house with ease. The aches I've been feeling were on the less side now as it's already a month. The stinging still occurred in my wounded knees but overall I was fine. 


    I'm happy—more of relieved and probably will be until some drama decided to appear again. Three-fourths of why I'm happy is the Italian love confession. The confession was like a sign that I should end the unrequited love trend as I describe it as, and sought out my admirer. Another reason is, my admirer could be either two of my closest guy friends. Twits that I could act like myself in front of them and most importantly, I trust. It was bewteen those two and I honestly find that an awesome reason because now I don't have to find my admirer who could be anywhere.


    A statement that I always frown on is, I like them both, Jace and Dalton. Does that make me a bad person for liking two men that are bestfriends with each other? I honestly don't know if I am a bad person for feeling this way. But my heart feels like this and as cliche as this sounds, you can't help who you fall for.


    When I met Dalton, I thought he was a great guy but as we got to be more close, I grew feelings for him. It was the kind of feelings that wouldn't subside with just a simple command to your heart. Then I met the other two perfectionist, who is Chase and Jace. Secondly, Chase, the leader of the Perfection, was so annoying at first but we slowly got over that fact and became friends. No feelings for him though. Lastly, I met Jace, known as a Casanova throughout every crevice of this state. Jace and I pretend to have a relationship for Dalton back then. That plan didn't work out so well. I didn't feel anything for him, at least I don't think I did.


    Take Chase out of the question and it's kind of a love triangle. Two twits and a trouble girl. What a nice combo. Now that I just came back from London after two years and was affected by what Janelle said about Dalton not wanting to see me again, I absolutely don't feel anything for Dalton anymore. Until I came back, and bit by bit the feelings are starting to come back, just not as over-powering as before. 


    Jace now on the other hand is different. I never felt anything for him even before I left. Not that I'm aware of anyways. Now that I'm back and we spent more time together and had heart-to-heart conversations, I started to view him differently. I still thought of him as a friend that didn't change, but at the same while, I also saw him as a potential mate. I know it sounds crazy but maybe I didn't notice him the way I acknowledge him now? He seems to have changed from his philanderer lifestyle to a normal one; if there is such a thing. He just seems so different...I think I'm feeling something strong for him. 


    I was sitting in our front porch, wanting sunlight to hit my skin so I can receive some Vitamin D. I haven't been out and I feel like I needed it.  Tilting my head back, the sunlight hit my entire face so I closed my eyes and sighed in happiness. It felt good. 


    Life was great right now, just great.


    “Having fun getting Vitamin D?” a low, chuckling voice reappeared which caused me to jump in place. 


    I retreated to a normal position, embarrassed a little that a person saw me in that weird position. Looking down at myself as I felt a blush crawl up my cheeks, I saw a boy who looked like a business man at least. Looking up, I noticed the tiredness flickering in his eyes. The only Perfectionist who I haven't seen in awhile. Chase Tristan Palmer, the leader of the known group. He was smiling at me, looking slightly relieved. 


    He's changed is all I can say. Grinning, I crushed him in a hug; I missed this guy so much! He seemed a little surprised and shocked at the first few seconds but in returned hugged me back. Letting go, I slapped him in the shoulder.


    “So the leader of a well-known group and company finally made some time to see me?” I sarcastically asked, walking around my porch.


    “What a poor state you are in, Scar.” he cooed.


    I felt my eye twitch a little but I knew I wasn't in a poor state anymore. Poor is a better word that horrible though, that's for sure.


    “You look like a racoon,” I pointed out.


    “You look like a broken stick.” he added.


    “No shit,” I rolled my eyes at his insult.


    “Ditto,” he sighed and ran a hand through his beautiful hair.


    “Let's go to the normal greetings of typical friends then we'll go back to our typical friendship.” I suggested, smiling.


    “Alright,” he agreed. “How are you Scar?”


    “I'm just fine, Chase. What about you?”


    “I'm fine but tired. I need to get a massage.”


    “I see,”


    “You look tired too. You should go rest.” For the first time in a long time, I hear concern in his tone. 


    “Now that we are done with the greetings crap. I have to admit, we should go to acting school because we really sound like we are just tolerating each other.” I grinned like a fool.


    I held his hand up in the air, as I high-fived it. He grinned in return. He pulled me in another warm hug and looked at me after.


    We talked for an hour and a half, maximum. Until we got to the observation part.


    “You still look beautiful,” he commented.


    I laughed. “Thanks. You look tired Chase.” I did a little curtsy that gave me a little tingling sensation.


    “That's hardly the word I would use to describe my condition,” he scoffed. “Does a week trip to Hawaii sound good to you?”


    I nodded in agreement. “Sounds great. When do you plan to go?”


    “Five years from now. Do you agree to come?” he smirked.


    I rolled my eyes. “Five years from now is ridiculous. How about two weeks from now? I'm free...”


    “Deal,” he agreed. “Do you want others to go with us?”


    I grimaced. “Ask me again after a week.” 


    He gave a backing off position and I laughed. “Alright,”


    “Do you have plans tonight, princess?” he asked.


    I shook my head. “Err—I have a chick flick session with J—”


    “Jace?” he laughed, shocked. “Never knew he's whipped.”


    I laughed sarcastically. “He isn't whipped.” I denied.



    “Oh yeah?” he sneered. 


    “Of course he isn't. I'm not his type of gal.” I scoffed.


    “How would you know?” he inquired, as if trying to prove me wrong.


    I stuck my tongue out. I guess I could have SOME qualities that Jace might like but him liking me will be a long shot. 


    “Did you take a day off today or something?” I asked, changing the subject.


    He nodded. “I need to spend some quality time with my friends and girlfriend. How does my pool sound to you?”


    I put on my thinking look but rubbing my imaginary beard in front of him while looking up in the ceiling. He laughed.


    “It'll be fun. Sure, I'll go.” I agreed reluctantly, almost.


    “Just like old times huh?”


    I nodded grimly. “Just like old times.”


    With that I put on my two piece bikini, hurriedly put sunscreen all over my body, and packed a few extra clothes. I put a netted cover-up, a pair of Jean shorts, put my hair in a bun, and sunglasses. Heading out with Chase, he instructed me to grabbed his phone so that I text everyone to come to his house for the pool party. I did so and by the time we got there, we have already gotten snacks and drinks that we could just set up on a table by the pool. 


    After the food table was done, I sat in white lounge chair in the shade, afraid that I'll get darker. Chase said that the pool party won't start until a couple of hours later so I did my best to kill time: sleep. 


    Settling myself in, I covered my legs with my large purple towel. Crossing my arms across my chest, I put my head to the side and fell asleep. 









I felt freezing-cold water touching my sensitive skin the moment my eyes popped open. I looked up and I see multiple people laughing at me. Some faces I didn't find familiar at all. I was thrown into the pool when I was sleeping. And into the deep parts too. Did I mention I have no idea how to swim? Motherfuckers. 


    So I started drowning. No one seemed to notice because they were too busy gawking in the food area. Well, not until I was literally hopping like a bunny on the same spot, trying to lift up my head to get some air in my lungs. That didn't help either. 


    “H-h-help!” I managed to yell out before my whole body plunged down again. My vision was so blurry I had a hard time managing what was happening. 


    As I struggled to hop up to get as much air in my system as possible, someone jumped in the water to save me. I didn't want to drown and die. 


    As the person body was near my grabbing vicinity, I grabbed on to anything I can possibly hook my arms in. My arms found the person neck. I roughly wrapped my arms around the person as I gasp for air. The person pulled me in closer to him too and it took me a while to know that Dalton saved me. I could see both our bodies going towards the middle section of the pool; an area where I can finally walk. 


    My eardrums were full of water but I heard Dalton say, “You're alright, baby. You're alright.”


    I nodded, shivering as we got out of the water. Surprising me, he carried me bridal style out of the water and into a bathing seat. Everyone surrounded me with a guilty look on their faces. 


    My blurred vision was getting clearer and the water in my ears were already drained out. I could hear mutterings and whispers. I closed my eyes, them irritated because of the water. 


    “Scar! Scar! Scar! Are you alright?” I heard a girly voice resurface out of the voices surrounding us.


    I nodded instead of speaking; I didn't have the voice to say anything. 


    “Give us some space you shitheads!” I heard another voice reappear, this time a boys. 


    I flickered my eyes open and I see four faces looking at me with concern. 


    My breathing turned from gasping for air to using my mouth to breath. I felt a towel draped around my body, providing me with warmth I desired for. 


    I closed my eyes again and smiled. I took a hold of both ends of the towel and curled myself up so enough parts of my body would receive warmth. I snuggled my head close to my knees. 


    I was disrupted by an angel's voice. I frowned.


    “Cara mia,” a voice called out.


    “Hmm?”


    “Don't sleep,”


    That heavenly italian accent was in this house. Either Jace or Dalton. I tried to open my eues but they were both irritated by the water. Just following the advice, I nodded reluctantly, still not opening my eyes.


    “Please explain to me why I shouldn't sleep.” I croaked softly. I ended up coughing up water. I wiped my mouth.


    “You could drown and die again.” the angel's voice answered. 


    I nodded reluctantly. “Fine,”


    A strong breeze passed by so my teeth started to chatter. Jeez. They wrapped another towel around me. I smiled weakly.


    “Thanks for saving me Dalton,”


    Eventually, after an hour of a lot of coaxing that I was fine, I was finally left alone. Anyways, after that I sat in my lounge chair, fighting my sleepiness. Another figure sat at the empty lounge chair next to me, occupying it. 


    “Are you alright?” a soft-velvety voice asked me. I heard his accent.


    I had my guess. This voice was too familiar. Way too fucking familiar. My head slowly twisted around and I'm face to face with Landon. Landon from London. My jaw dropped. I was officially breathless.


    “Landon?” I asked, incredulously. 


    He grinned at me sheepishly. “Hello, love.”


    I stared at him wide-eyed. Then they returned to normal size. 


    “Elaborate,” I hissed at him. “After you give me a hug.”


    How in the world did Landon from London end up in here?! Especially in famous Chase Palmer's house; that means he must have connections. It odd seeing him here. 


    So he sat in the back of me, wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss in my right cheek. I flushed. 


    I thought the hug was to be short-lived but instead his arms stayed securely around me, making us appear like a couple. 


    “How long have you been here?” I asked.


    “Since you've been here,” he whispered in my ear that sent shivers down my spine.


    I gave him a surprised look again. 


    “So you lied to me?” I hissed. 


    He laughed nervously. “I was eventually going to make my appearance.”


    Next question. “How are you in Chase Palmers house?”


    “I have connections,” he shrugged effortlessly. “What about you?”


    “I'm friends with him.” I said.


    “I see,” his eyes didn't seem to hold surprise. 


    His arms didn't loosen. I felt slightly uncomfortable with this position but him however, seemed fine with it. Like it was normal hugging a friend from behind like this. 


    Wanting to be out of this long-live hug, I decided to take out the towel cause I'm completely dry now. His arms grip was off and I stood up and placed the towel at the bottom end of the lounge chair. Landon had a smirk on his face. 


    “Give me a proper hug, Landon. That was hardly a hug.” I commanded him, stretching my arms out in front of me.


    Standing up, he hugged me. His skin against mine was just plain weird. His skin was all warm and scorching while mine was all cold and frozen. He was a heater and I was an a/c. Letting go, I smiled.


    “How have you been, Land?”


    “Scar, why are you with him?” a voice sent me back to an awkward position.


    Chase stood in front of us along with Mikaela who gave me a warm smile and a small wave. I returned the same expressions. 


    Rubbing the back of my neck, I felt slightly uncomfortable. 


    “Landon is my friend from London. Landon meet Chase. C—”


    “Oh I know exactly who this is. This dickwad is my cousin.” Chase hissed, venom dripping from his voice. Mikaela took a hold of Chase's arm for some reason.


    Totally thrown off, I looked at Landon for confirmation. He shook his head yes guilty. 


    “Scarlette, meet my cousin. The biggest player that I know.” Chase introduced in a sarcastic, rude manner. 



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•??? POV•



Talking to my acquaintances, my eyes kept wondering to Scarlette who sat at her soaked lounge chair wrapped around with two towels, just fighting off sleep. At least that's what I think she looked like because her eyelids keep drooping down then opening up again. 


    I'm just glad that she was saved. No one really knew that Scar didn't know how to swim. Dropping her in the three to four feet would have been safe but we didn't really think of safety. We were just thinking of the amusement it would bring to the guests. 


    An hour later, I see a boy, approaching the seat next to her. His composure was confident, like he knew who she was. I'm pretty sure that Scar knew no one else but me, the boys and her bestfriend Mikaela. Needing a closer look to identify the overly-confident bloke, I rushed out of crowd I was in and sat in a lounge chair 20 feet away from her and the guy. Getting a better view, I had no idea who the guy was. There was something familiar about him but I couldn't pin point on what it was about him that made him familiar.


    Out of nowhere, I see the guy walking to Scarlette, sitting in the back of her and hugging her from behind. Who the hell did he think he was to hug her like that? Was he hitting on her?!


    I looked at Scarlette and I could see uneasiness in her face as well as a blush forming. My teeth clenched up. He kissed her cheek and she blushed. Does she know who he is? Because people who just met can't possibly do intimate things like that! Unless they are friends with benefits. I see a conversation spark up and I knew he wanted to strike her. I could see it from his huge smirk. 


    I saw Scar getting up from the chair and putting the towel at the end of the chair then sticking her arms out in a hugging way. They made contact and embraced. After a few seconds of hugging, my blood was boiling in anger. Was Scar that easy to fall?


    Striding over there with confidence, I was stopped by Chase who was with Mikaela who gave me a troubled look. His eyes flickered to Scar and I see familiarity in his eyes. I nodded and stayed at the spot I was in, anxiously waiting until the couple walked to make their appearance known. They made it in no time at all, standing in front of Scarlette and her little stranger. 


    When they made it, I see Scar rubbing the back of her neck. She looked slightly on the uncomfortable side.


    “Landon is my friend from London. Landon meet Chase and Dalton. C—” she tried to introduce the stranger to the couple.


    “Oh I know exactly who this is. This dickwad is my cousin.” Chase hissed. Chase's cousin was here? I've never seen him before in my life! Maybe from a farther family line? Mikaela took a hold of Chase's arm because his hand was balled up to a fist.


    Totally thrown off, I see Scarlette looking at Landon for confirmation. He shook his head yes guilty. Did he lie to her about his relations to Chase?


    “Scar, meet my cousin. The biggest Casanova that I know.” Chase introduced in a sarcastic, rude manner that made me laugh.






•Scarlette's POV•



My blood was boiling, my face flushed from anger, my teeth clenched together. Landon didn't even bother to tell me he was related to Chase! Was he waiting to be revealed like the way he is now? It's ridiculous! 


    “Scar—” 


    I cut him off, not even bothering to look at him in the eye. “Don't talk to me right now.”


    I began to walk away, into the opposite side of the pool area, fuming. I headed into the food area, grabbing as much food as I possible can, loading myself. I crunched on barbecue flavored potato chips while staring off into the ten people playing around in the pool. I wanted to just join in and have fun. But the terrifying experience hindered me from going. Damn. 


    After I finished my loaded stack, I threw it away at the nearest trashcan bin. When I went back into my new lounge chair, I see Landon sitting in it with a guilty expression in his face. Completely ignoring him, I took five seats away from him. He went from each seat to seat, as if thinking I didn't notice his action. 


    Angered, I selected to go in the damn pool. Just not in the deep parts. I kind of canceled on Jace with the movie night but I know he doesn't mind. In fact, I think he's happy it got canceled because he hates chick flicks. Snickering quietly to myself, I searched for him. Eventually finding him, I see him talking to three girls in very revealing two pieces. Looking at him from afar, I see him smiling genuinely, while the girls giggled about what he said. I sighed, what a flirt. Deep down, though I don't want to admit it, I felt jealous. 


    Erasing that feeling, I stared at him from a great distance, not even knowing how long I've been staring at him. Looking away to look for Dalton who was draping his aem around his model-looking girl's neck, I went back to viewing Jace, who I found, giving me eye contact. He was smiling at me. Blushing profoundly, I looked away. 


    I actually haven't seen Jace in two weeks because he had to take care of some things. He didn't look too different. He appears to look more sexy though. With only khaki shorts, and his bare chest, girls were drooling over him. Well at least I kind of am. His blonde hair was disheveled making it look like his normal hairstyle and just wow. The same goes with Dalton. Except the guy is taken by a model. I don't even know her name. But girls are eyeing him as well. Chase got a lot of stares, but Meg sent them all dagger glares, causing them to stop looking at him. I laughed. The Perfection's were always in the spotlight, even unintentionally. 


    I wish the angelic Italian voice would come out of Jace or Dalton's mouth. I needed to know because I'm so in love with that person—well technically that voice. 


    Feeling a sudden breeze come, I shivered. Goosebumps arose from my skin. I crossed my arms rubbing my shoulders. A loud music boomed almost instantly, giving the party something to dance on. Almost everyone dragged themselves into the pool, dancing a little strange with other people. By the time two minutes was up, everyone, and I mean EVERYONE was in the pool, dancing. I was the only one left in the ground. 


    “Hey girl, do us a favor and take a picture of us dancing. Make yourself useful.” a person commanded. Ouch. Was this person implying I was useless?


    I nodded reluctantly, as I followed the person directions to grabbing the camera. When I grabbed it, it looked nice. Snapping tons of pictures as the person commanded, I began to take pictures from different angles. Everyone looked like they were having fun dancing to the music. I couldn't blame them either, it was really catchy. After the memory was officially full, I told the person I put the camera away in their bag. They gave me a thumbs up then went back to their dancing. Sighing, I went back to my old lounge chair, grabbed my sunglasses, and took my fedora hat out. Putting both on, I sat there, putting sunscreen on again. 


    Three minutes later, the catchy song turned into calming soft music and everyone got out of the pool. I was going to lather some sunscreen on my back when I saw another figure come in front of me.


    “Need help?” Jace's voice appeared.


    I looked away. “I'm fine, thanks.”


    So lifting my arm backwards, I struggled to put sunscreen on my back. Jace chuckled at my position. He walked in the back of me, sat into the extra space, and took the sunscreen bottle from me. I looked back irritated. 


    “What are you doing?” I hissed.


    He splurted a good amount on his palm, rubbing the lotion to both his palms. Closing my eyes, I felt his warm hand gently rubbing sunscreen on my back. It felt....so odd. I flushed madly. He laughed. Rubbing gently and slowly, I felt uncomfortable. He was doing it too slow. Finally getting under the bikini top strings, he rubbed in a vertical motion, filling it in. I felt his hand lifting from my back them on my left side, I shivered.


    “I'll do the sides,” I said too quickly. I see him nodding. 


    “Do you want me to do your shoulders?” he asked in my ear, almost...seductively. “I'll give you a massage.”


    Dumbfounded, I couldn't comprehend the question just yet because of shock. So I nodded. So he rubbed sunscreen on my neck. I felt ticklish there a bit but I just bit my tongue when I felt him get closer to my collar bone. 


    His hands were fantastic. It was magical because when he finished, I felt refreshed, stress-free, and happy. I gave him a huge smile.


    “That felt fantastic, Jace! Where did you learn how to do that?”


    He grinned. “I took classes.”


    I could tell that's how vague as the man would get about that subject.


    “Scar, do you want to go in the pool?” he asked with a smile.


    I pursed my lips, thinking. “No...”


    “Please?”


    I sensed my sunglasses, my fedora hat taken from my face and head. I pouted. I crouched down, grabbed the ends of the netted-bikini cover up and lifted off the thing. I threw it in my chair, letting myself be dragged by Jace into the pool. 


    When my feet sensed the cold water, I cringed. Feeling my uneasiness, I see Jace dragged me gently in the water. I smiled. 


    “Best way to not get cold is to just jump in,” he suggested.


    So we jumped in. After my body was sunk in for a few seconds I lifted myself up from the water with a big grin on my face. Even if it's freezing cold, my body temperature will adjust to it, eventually. He did the same thing a few seconds later and I couldn't help but notice water dripped down his muscly chest. I mentally gave myself a disgusted expression, don't turn into a damn pervert, Scar! 


    Moving closer to him against the water, we laughed. A little later, Jace somehow managed to coax me into going close to the deeper parts. Shit. 


    “Baby, you can hold on into me so that you won't drown.” he assured me.


    I gulped, securing my arms around his neck, I couldn't help but be closer to him more than usual. 


    “I'll be your spider-monkey then huh?” I laughed bitterly. 


    “My spider-monkey. I like the sound of that.” he grinned as I half-smiled.


    Moving closer to the deeper parts, I could tell that the group was in the deep parts because I could hear Chase's loud voice. I also heard laughter.


    “Are you sure you're okay with holding me for a long time?” I questioned, wanting a way out of this...stupidity.


    “I would hold you anytime, Scar.” he answered.


    I looked down, embarrassed. When we got there, I slowly became less anxious and more relax. Maybe because Jace whispering little mutterings that he won't drop me made me get to that good feeling. Crouching my head, I laid my chin on his shoulder, while listening and chatting with everyone in the group. He didn't seem to mind. 


    When we got to the others in the deep water, I could see puzzled expressions on everyone's faces. It was peculiar but at the same time, I think I know why. They might be wondering if me and Jace got together or something. I think it's because our position makes us look like a couple. I can't blame them for thinking that way too. 


    After coaxing Jace into going into the middle parts of the pool where I can walk, we somehow brought along Dalton with us. It's my chance to see if I can get anything out of them. 


    At first our conversation was normal, friendly, like any other. But as the conversation went into dreams it appeared it was the right moment to ask.


    “I want to go to Italy, live there and marry an Italian man.” I announced to the two, bursting out a large grin.


    They both gave me strange looks.


    “In order to live there, you need to know how to speak Italian.” Dalton raised his eyebrow at me.


    I nodded in agreement. “I have been learning Italian for two years now and I'm still doing so. Couple more years and I'll be fluent.” I smiled.


    Jace smirked, though it was slightly...off. “Oh yeah? Say something in Italian.”


    I conjured up what I wanted to say in Italian. If I say something shocking, I'll definitely see a familiar expression from one of them. 


    “Lo so che è uno di voi.” I spoke in Italian, intently looking at their expressions. 


    Breathless, I could see both boys had familiarity expressions; like they knew what I said. 


    “Good job Scarlette.” Dalton congratulated me but his happiness seemed a little off as well. 


    Puzzled as hell, I did a little smile, muttered something about being hungry before walking off in defeat to get out of the pool. Boy, isn't this just hard? Way too hard. Who has the Italian velvety voice between the two? I couldn't tell. Making them crack seems harder than I thought. Much more difficult than I could imagine. Time to work out a mischievous plan to get one of them to confess. 





•??? POV• 



    What Scarlette said in italian scared the living wits out of me. I honestly didn't know she knew Italian. My confession, well she basically knew what it meant. She's just trying to see who really was it who confessed. 


    I personally don't want to tell her yet because I feel like I'll get rejected. Rejection hurts, specially if someone like her will reject me. First time ever falling for someone like this; like head over heels. Even if I might appear to flirt and get girls right now, but I'll dump them in a heartbeat for Scar. Just not right now.     


    Even though it kills me not to tell her, I'll keep the secret for now and won't reveal anything. Not until I'm discovered.




•??? POV•



I could understand three-fourths of what she said. I learned Italian a few years back because it was needed for business taking. I couldn't possibly understand why she said something so puzzling. 


    Maybe she wanted to prove she knew Italian very well? I don't know. All I know is, I'm confused as to what she said. It's one of us what? Eh....


    This girl keeps me captivated with everything she does. It's peculiar why. 




•Scarlette's POV•




After getting out of the pool, I grabbed a plate and loaded myself with the available food. I was hungry too so it wasn't a lie when I told the boys I was hungry. Snatching a bottle of water, I found ANOTHER lounge chair and put my plate and bottle in some sort of small stand. Munching on them, I see the two handsome boys being greeted by either soaking wet or dripping wet girls in two pieces bikinis. They didn't seem fazed until more rounded up around them. 


     Grabbing my snacks and bottle, I scurried away from that spot and landed myself to another area. This time it was a huge jacuzzi. No one was around either. I smiled to myself. Settling down my snack near the jacuzzi, I put my feet in the boiling hot water while munching and drinking. 


     Finally, some time to myself to think of a plan! After a few more minutes, I see two bobbing heads at the far end of the jacuzzi; one blonde and one brown. The two figures seems to just float underwater like they were having some kind of contest. What were they doing? Were they drowning or something?


     Jumping in gently on the jacuzzi, I inched slyly closer and closer until I'm ten feet away from the couple. As I took a step forward, they seem to still stay there, underwater. Wanting to make sure they weren't drowning or anything, I put my hand over one of the bobbing head before I heard a large splash and the figures got up from being underwater. I expected the figures to gasp for breath but nothing of that sort happened. Surprised, I screamed of course. 




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•Translation here!•

So what do you guys think? Good or Bad? :)  


Any guesses on who it could be? Jace or Dalton? Dalton or Jace? I really hope to know who you think it is. Gives me a motivation to write more. 



Italian: “Lo so che è uno di voi.”


English Translation: “I know it's one of you.”



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