Thump. . . Scream. . . Splash. . . Oh Snap

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James P.O.V

Who's that freaking hot guy in the mirror? Oh right, that's me. The scent of my Cuda products permeated through the bathroom as I combed my beautiful hair in front of the giant mirror. Knock, knock, knock! "What do you want? I'm combing my hair!" I yelled as soon as my helmet-headed best friend burst in and jumped over the doorframe. "Hurry up if you wanna play football down by the pool!" Carlos announced, well, mumbled loudly, through a mouthful of corn dog. He took yet another bite of the salty treat in his hand and ran out the door.

Crap, I grumbled to myself while giving "James #2" another pep talk to the mirror. Ok man. Keep your cool. Go play football with the guys. Check out girls. But most importantly, stay hot. Giving my reflection a double thumbs-up, I put my lucky comb back in the top drawer of the bathroom sink, grabbed a football, and ran out the door of 2J.

"James, go long!" Carlos yelled 20 minutes after I arrived at the pool. Logan and Kendall were relaxing on the chairs while Carlos and I were playing football. He was standing on the other side of the pool, motioning for me to put my hands up. "Okay Carlitos, throw it!" I screamed back at him.

He threw the ball and not 2 seconds later, it was safe in the tight grip of my hands. Yay! I thought to myself. Feeling victorious, I jumped up and down waving the ball around. Suddenly, I felt something thin thud against my body, and there it was. A high pitched "Aaaahh!" Two seconds later, there was a loud splash. Crap

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Claire P.O.V

WHAT in the name of freaking Bieber just happened? Wait, where am I? Holy crap, I'm underwater. Where the hell are my papers? I moved around (well, the water carried me because strangely, I couldn't move) and felt a bunch of rectangular shaped soggy messes floating around me. Ah s***! Suddenly, I felt two strong muscular arms wrap around my skinny figure. But wait, why couldn't I open my eyes? Am I even conscious? How am I able to think?

5 seconds later, I was pulled out of the water, the arms still wrapped around me. Voices were ringing in my ears. "James what did you just do?". "Man, I don't know…". "Is she okay?". "Is she alive?" Yes, you idiots, I'm alive. Okay now might be a good time to try and open my eyes. I struggled to painfully open them, succeeding about 30 seconds later. I looked around in my blurry vision, spotting about 6 people. A helmet-headed guy, another with blonde hair and dark eyebrows, a smart looking, raven-haired boy, two girls –a blonde and a brunette with long, curly hair- finally, a pretty hot brunette guy sitting next to me, hovering above my face. Seriously, this guy was H-O-T. He looked pretty worried.

Wondering what happened, I started coughing up tons of chlorinated water, stinging my throat as well. "Oh thank god!" the pretty boy cried out. "Are you okay?" he continued.

James P.O.V

Holy crap. This girl was hot! She had long, dark brown hair, the most gorgeous hazel eyes, and lightly tanned skin. But, she's choking… what am I gonna do?