After I spoke to the guy who had the hour at the dunk tank before Lexi, he refused to continue on after his hour was up, making me have to sit on the board above the freezing water. No one was able to hit the target, but if Jordan didn't come soon...
I didn't get a chance to finish my threat because Jordan walked up to the dunk tank with a towel wrapped around her body. I smiled when I saw her, carefully getting off the board so she could go on. It was unlikely she'd get dunked, so I wasn't too worried about her getting hypothermia.
I waved for her to come toward me, which she agreed happily.
"Have fun, Emery," I cocked my head toward the tank. "You have forty-five minutes of torture ahead of you. Just be glad that I didn't get dunked, or I would've had to kill you."
Jordan smiled as I said this, but she sighed as she began removing her towel. When I saw what she was wearing, my eyes grew wide and I clutched onto her arm.
"What are you wearing?" I demanded, furrowing my eyebrows. My anger was getting the best of me when I realized that it was the same skimpy swim suit she wore on the night she "seduced" me. "Why are you wearing that?"
"It's the only swim suit I own," Jordan shrug as she threw her towel on the ground, next to the tank. She smirked, slightly, and I could tell she knew something was up. "What, are you jealous or something?"
"Yeah," I answered bluntly, not meaning to. I bit the inside of my cheek, but it was too late. I just admitted I was jealous of other guys looking at her. My eyes widened and I felt my cheeks grow pink as Jordan's did as well. Still, I tried shrugging it off.
"Woo, Jordan! Looking good!" Someone whistled from behind her, making my earlier statement meaningless. My eyes narrowed at the guys who said this, but they didn't seem to notice because they continued to whistle and wink at her. Jordan turned away and began making her way up the dunk tank.
"You're going to buy a different swim suit for Aimee's party, right?" I asked, standing next to her, outside of the dunk tank. A little girl was trying to hit the target, but she kept missing. I tried hiding my jealousy, but it was difficult. "You're not going to wear that one again, are you? Because that's not really a good idea..."
"I'll buy another one," she assured me, cutting me off from rambling further. The ball almost hit the target, making her wince. "I don't really like wearing something that shows this much skin. It's more of Aimee's thing, don't you think?"
I felt as ease, that she was as uncomfortable as I was when she wore things like this in public. "Yeah, it is," I smiled.
The time passed, and Jordan had just under ten minutes to go. Any time a ball even came close to hitting the target, she almost jumped straight off the board. The water looked freezing, I wouldn't blame her. We usually just talked the entire time, and she didn't ask once why I stayed by her side. As the line gradually became smaller, Jordan urged me to try.
"How about you have a go, Jesse?" Jordan smirked, when no one else was waiting for a go. I smirked up at her, knowing that I could dunk her in one try. She stuck out her tongue, waving towards the baseballs on the table. "Go on, I bet you can't dunk me."
"Okay, Emery. I bet you I can," I walked over to the balls with a smirk on my face. I pulled out a five dollar bill and put it on the table. Standing behind the line, I aimed carefully, trying to miss just by an inch.
Jordan's eyes widened when she saw how close it had gotten to the target. I threw the second, this one getting even closer to the target.
"One more ball left, Jacobsen," Jordan gulped, trying her best to keep her voice steady. It wasn't working. "Are you sure you're going to be able to dunk me?"
I winked. "Definitely."
I threw the ball right at the target, wanting to miss just by a little bit. Jordan's eyes were shut tightly and her arms were held close to her body. When she didn't feel herself being dunked into the water, she opened an eye and looked at me. I kept the smirk on my face as she looked relieved.
"What's with the smirk, Jacobsen?" She asked, trying to sound smug. "You lost..."
I shoved my hands in my pockets, walking up to the side of the dunk tank. "Yeah, I did lose, Emery. But... I know something you don't know," I sang. Jordan's eyes widened, she still thought I was going to try dunking her. "Don't look so terrified, you're not going to fall in, I assure you."
She let out a breath, leaning back casually.
"Do I get a turn?" Someone giggled from behind. Jordan looked less than amused to see Aimee standing there with a five dollar bill in her hand. "I've always wanted to try one of these things."
I don't think she came over here just because she wanted to try it, but I didn't say anything. "Sure," I said, taking the bill and handing her the balls. "Just hit the target, that's the only instructions you need."
She giggled, balancing two base balls on her left arm while she held one in her right. She gave Jordan a scowl, the second she stood behind the line.
"Isn't that my old swim suit?" She asked, narrowing her eyes. Jordan looked surprised, then embarrassed. "I left that at Chelsea's house, didn't I?"
"Yeah, so what if it is?" Jordan asked, shrugging it off.
Aimee threw the first ball, missing the target completely. Jordan let out a bark of laughter, and I turned away so she wouldn't notice me laughing as well. When I turned around, she threw the second ball, missing my a mile. Jordan continued to laugh, as I tried my hardest to cover up my laughter.
She held the third ball in her right hand, deciding to aim for Jordan instead of the target. Luckily, Jordan moved out of the way so she wasn't smacked by a baseball. She almost fell off the board, but regained her balance.
Aimee looked furious that both Jordan and I were laughing at her. She let out a growl, stepping over the line and running straight for the target. I stopped laughing and reached for her wrist, but it was too late. Her hand connected with the target, making Jordan fall into the water.
Someone called for Aimee to go to the main office before I picked up Jordan's towel and ran over to the dunk tank. Jordan's head and arms were the only things out of the water. I reached over, pulling her up and out of the water and wrapping her towel around her shivering body.
"Well, I have to admit that I was kind of expecting that," I smirked, fixing the towel so it was comfortable around her body. "I knew she wouldn't be able to hit the target... I even knew that she'd probably run over and hit the target. I should have been able to stop her, though..."
"It's fine," Jordan replied, tightening the towel around herself. "I didn't think she'd do something like that... I should've seen it coming..."
"Eh, so you go wet," I shrugged, creating distance between the both of us. "You're going to get wet tomorrow when you're swimming, so this is just a little warm up. Or should I say cold up..."
I chuckled at my own joke. Jordan forced out a laugh, making me feel a little uncomfortable. I didn't think my joke was that bad...
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I had my shorts on, so I was ready to go already. Bringing a shirt was unnecessary, so I decided to go without one. It wouldn't be a big deal anyways.
My knuckles-that healed nicely, I should add-knocked on the door to Cabin C when I walked over to it. There was giggling inside, and a girl said, "Ooh, Jordan, your date is here!"
A goofy smile found it's way on my face, and I was glad that Jordan hadn't opened the door yet to see it. "He isn't my date," I heard Jordan say from inside, right before she opened the door.
Her eyes fell to my chest, but I wasn't paying any attention to that, due to the fact I couldn't take my eyes off the swim suit Jordan was wearing.
"Hi," she croaked, looking toward my face. I checked her out one last time before reply with, "Hey... That swim suit looks a lot better on you than the one you were wearing yesterday."
The girls giggled behind her, making the blush she had on her face darker. She stepped forward, slamming the door behind her. I drove her to the pool, neither of us saying much. Jordan looked like she was in too much shock to say anything. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but I had a strong feeling she wouldn't tell me. So I hoped that maybe as soon as she saw the pool and felt the heat on her back, she would have fun.
We walked in and the first thing I saw were all the people in the water having the time of their lives.
"Come on, Emery, let's swim," I suggested, motioning toward the glistening water in the pool. "The water looks nice."
"Um, actually, I don't feel that well," Jordan turned her head away so she wouldn't have to see me. "
"Are you okay?" I asked, turning toward her. I knew there was something wrong. "Do you want me to take you back to the cabin? Do I need to make you more soup or something?"
I was only joking with the last part, but she looked like she didn't want to be anywhere near me. "No, I'm fine. I just need to sit down..." Jordan said before sitting on one of the lawn chairs, covering up her bare stomach with her towel.
"I'll sit with you," I said, sitting down on the chair next to her. I smirked, continuing with what I was saying. "I don't want my date to be lonely. That's not something a gentleman would do."
Jordan let out a little groan, blushing and staring at her lap. "You heard the girls teasing me?"
"Maybe."
"Well, this isn't a date," she confirmed, and I rolled my eyes.
"I know." I wouldn't want our first date to be at Aimee's pool party anyways.
She let out a sigh, watching everyone splash in the water. If she was feeling sick, she shouldn't be here. I should just force her to leave, she'll feel a lot better being at the cabin. Before I could turn to her and tell her, a voice cut me off.
"Jesse!" She giggled, causing Jordan to groan. Aimee smiled at me, glared at Jordan, then turned back to me and smiled once more. "It's so great that you could make it! It's so great to see you!"
"Glad I could make it," I smiled. "Happy birthday, Aimee."
"Thank you!"
Aimee turned toward Jordan and glared again, making the tension grow. Maybe if I left, she'd leave, too. It'd make Jordan happy.
"I'm going to go get drinks, Jordan," I excused myself, standing up. Jordan looked at me in surprise, but shrugged off whatever she was thinking of quickly. "What do you want?"
"Coke," she mumbled, not even looking up at me. I nodded, and walked away to go and get the drinks. It only took a few minutes to actually get them, but I didn't want to return so soon. Because if I did, I was sure Aimee would as well. When I turned around to look at Jordan, I saw Aimee never left in the first place. She was glaring down at Jordan, a hateful look in her eyes.
And Jordan had a heartbreaking look on her face. From this distance, I couldn't tell if she had tears in her eyes, but she looked embarrassed and humiliated. What surprised me the most, is that when she stood up, she looked angry.
I began walking over to them slowly, completely forgetting about the drinks. Aimee had her hand wrapped around Jordan's wrist and I was sure she was spitting out harsh words.
Jordan pulled her arm away from Aimee's grasp, shouting something back at her. With everyone talking and screaming, and me still being a good distance away, I couldn't hear what they were saying.
Aimee screamed out something and placed both hands on Jordan's shoulders, pushing her into the water. I started walking faster, hoping to get to Jordan before she got sick in the pool or something.
But what surprised me was not the fact she was screaming. What surprised me, was the fact she wasn't swimming. She didn't know how to swim...
"Ha!" Aimee laughed, pointed toward Jordan moving her body frantically in the water. "The bitch can't swim! Who heard of an almost eighteen-year-old girl not being able to swim? That's pathetic!"
I wasn't listening anymore, because the realization sunk in. Jordan wasn't swimming. I yelled her name out of habit and dived into the water after her. She was sinking lower and lower to the bottom, but I wasn't going to give up, I couldn't give up.
How could Aimee do this to her? Did she know that Jordan couldn't swim? They were friends before. And she didn't even care?
My arms wrapped around Jordan's waist, carrying her to the surface. Her body hung awkwardly against my chest, and that's when I realized she was unconscious. She wasn't going like this, she couldn't go like this.
Don't give up on me, Jordan.