How I Met You

Chapter Thirty Five

I stood up and placed my sunglasses and my smoothie on the small table that was next to the spot my chair was in moments before. Sophie gave me a sardonic grin.

“So, are we like going to jump in together, or―” I was cut off when Sophie pushed me into the warm pool, taking me completely by surprise. She jumped in right after me, slicing through the water’s already rippled surface.

I came up; my lungs were craving air. The fact that I inhaled underwater from surprise didn’t help at all. I held onto the side of the pool as I coughed rapidly.

Sophie came up laughing. “That was funny.”

“I could have died.”

“Stop over exaggerating. You’re fine,” she claimed. “Now, I will be over there.” Sophie pointed to the others. I nodded to her, telling her ‘okay.’ I swam over to the  shallow end so I could stand up.

“Oh my gosh! No way!” London called from across the pool.

“What?” I questioned. “Did something happen?”

“Alex Turner is actually in the pool with us? I can’t believe it!” she exclaimed sarcastically.

“Oh look at that, she is.” I smiled. A few minutes of nothingness passed. See, this is why I don’t get in the pool that often. I always end up getting so bored!

Jake suddenly popped up right next to me. I let out a startled gasp as I jumped a little bit.  

“It’s okay, it’s just me.” He chuckled.

“Right. Who else would it be?”

“Have I ever told you how amazing you look in a bikini?” He raised his eyebrows; his green eyes burning into my hazel ones. I could really get lost in those green pools of wonderfulness.

I blushed with a goofy smile on my face and came up with a comment of my own. “No… But, have I ever told you how good you look without a shirt?”

“No, you haven’t, but there’s a first time for everything.”

“Well, too bad, because I’m not saying anything about how good your upper body is.”

“Not even if I tickle you to death?” He chuckled.

“How do you know I'm ticklish?” I mentally cursed, noticing what I had done. Why would I give up that information.

Jake raised his eyebrows. “Oh, so you are ticklish?”

Truth is, if you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m dangerously ticklish. I literally mean dangerously. I accidentally elbowed my dad in the cheekbone once when he brought out The Claw, the tickling monster known as my dad’s right hand. Oh, and that was only when I was five years old. Over the years, I’ve become better at handling that minor problem, but I can’t make any promises if I’m tickled.