Lucy pulled herself out of the water, realizing her clothes were now both cold and damp.
" I am going to kill that bastard," she thought as she looked up at a pink no scratch that salmon haired boy showing a toothy grin as he extended his arm to help the wet girl out of the chlorine filled pool.
Lucy took his warm hand and was pulled in to the arms of this strange boy. Before she knew it she had nestled herself inside his chest. After realizing this he blushed and took a step back from the damp girl.
"You got my all wet," he complained but his voice seemed oddly cheerful.
"Sorry," Lucy said well blushing and sheepishly looking at the floor.
"What the hell happened to you," he questioned with anger in his voice and yet at the same time his eyes so calm and kind. His hair sat on top of his head like cotton candy and his eyes looked sininser was he stared at the blonde in front of him.
" Well you see this guys wanted my number, but I keep shoving them a side because I didn't want to talk to them and the next thing I know I was dragged to the pool and thrown in," she said trying not to look at the concerned young man standing in front of her.
"Why the hell would someone through you in the pool just because you wouldn't give them your number," he questioned as he took a towel out of his bag handing it to this strange blonde girl.
How am I supposed to know, I can't read minds or anything like that," she said still not daring herself to look at this boy. As she toweled herself dry she noticed that the boy was gone. She didn't even ask him for his name. She even still had his towel. Barreling her head in the towel she smell a strong chlorine, but that wasn't all. There was a slight Smokey smell to it, like it had been in fire.
Wait what was she thinking? Why would she care wait he smelled like? Why did he seem so familiar? She just met the guy and yet it feels like they know each other. But from where?
It has been 3 weeks since Lucy had met that guy and she had forgotten all about him. She was just about to go to sleep when she got a text from an unknown number. The text read:
You stole my towel!
Lucy was complexly confused until she remembered the boy would give her a towel to dry off. Bing!
I mean what kind of weirdo stoles someone's towel?
"How dare he accuse me of stealing his towel?" Lucy yells to no one unparticular.
Suddenly her phone starts to ring and she sees it is the same person. Should she answer him? They don't even know each other. How did he even get her number?
