"I hate you," I call to Adalie as I float in the water, held up by my life jacket.
"I didn't mean to throw you off the jet ski," she responds,
A look of perfect innocence painted across her face.
"Sure you didn't," I say.
"Also, on a related note, I'm the queen of Spain."
I unbuckle my life jacket and throw it onto the jet ski,
Followed by my sopping wet shirt.
"Oh zip it, you two," Ella says.
"I'm going in."
She pulls off her life jacket, and then her top
To reveal a turquoise bikini.
She jumps into the water, splashing both me and Adalie, who shrieks.
Ella surfaces and grabs the side of the jet ski for support.
"This feels great," she says.
"Adalie, come in!"
Adalie smugly fold her arms and looks at us.
"I'm good nice and dry," she pronounces.
"Throw her in?" I whisper to Ella.
"Throw her in," she says with a decisive grin.
We hop onto the jet ski from opposite sides, causing it to rock back and forth.
Adalie seems to have figured out our plan, as she begins to climb onto the seat.
I run at her from one side, and she hops down
And Ella pushes her into the lake.
She surfaces, sputtering water and curses.
She glares at us, and all goes silent for a minute.
"I'm going to murder both of you," she says finally
And Ella and I both scream and jump in.
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RomanceI love history even more today. Group projects were announced. I typically hate them, although I never do most of the work. I do what I need to do, nothing more nothing less. Today, I was paired with her. Her and one other girl, who's out sick. ...
