I was running at the beech my heart was pumping with the music I was listening to. The beat of the music synced with my mood perfectly. I stopped to look at the sea water. God, the cool breeze felt so good. I looked around but found no one in sight. Perfect!
I took off my top and my shorts and dived into the water. The cold water was heaven in that scorching heat. I took a deep breath went completely under the water my feet were above the ground and I was floating. So peaceful, the dense sound of the sea was so calming; it was like music, if only I could breathe underwater. I would never want to go back home. I slowly opened my eyes; I could see the shimmering sunlight. I'd always loved doing it since it was the closest I could get to flying. As I floated underwater a silhouette appeared above water, dived right in front of me. I didn't have enough time to think at all large hands pulled my wrist, my body followed, I tried to immediately struggled trying to set myself free, my heart started ponding like a drum. It was dangerous, I did not know this person, or his intension, but he was too strong he caught me a lifted me above the water.
"LET... ME... GO! Let me go!" I screamed. I pushed his face with both my palms, legs peddling in the air. I guess the man finally gave up. "Fine." His tone was cold emotionless. He dropped me right on the hot sand. I thudded on the ground, I groaned in pain. "What the hell! he dropped me on the sand." I felt a rage of anger rising within me.
My face burned and trembled in anger. This man just humiliated me for no reason. I had landed on my back, it hurt like Hell. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled, I got up in without looking at that man. He grabbed me by my arm. "I should be the one asking you that question." My eyes went straight to his but what i saw was my own reflection on light green eyes that looked at me, so beautiful yet expressionlessly.
"Don't touch me!" My instincts immediately made me jerk my arm away from him, I took few steps back this time I could see his full stature, a tall, slender man, short, messy blond hair. His body, almost entirely covered with piercings. He was necked above his waist, his muscles were perfectly carved, the last thought instantly made me look away, I had almost hated myself for staring at him.
"You haven't answered me yet." He said.
"I was the one to ask you a question first so answer me, first?" I demanded like a child, arms folded. "Fine, I was trying to save you from drowning." he said. "Drowning?" I paused. Wait he thought I was drowning? I stared at him for a while with a dumbfounded look. "You weren't?" he asked.
"Of course, not." I yelled.
"Great you ruined my mood?" he said. My jaws dropped. "Wah? That should be my line." I said. He picked up his jacket and shirt, probably took it off before he jumped into the water. "Hey at least apologize." I yelled.
"What's your name?" He asked. I gave him a confused look, this man made no sense "Why should I tell you that?" I asked almost challenging him. He stared at me his eyes raced above from toe to my head. His piercing gaze embarrassed me "What?" I said hesitating.
"You should get dressed." He said in a flat tone. I froze where I stood, remembered I was swimming in my inner wear and a man was staring at my almost necked body. I turned red like a glowing bulb. I covered my chest with my hands and turned away. Clothes, my clothes where had I left them again? I looked around. "Hey." I heard the man. My rigid body slowly turned back. My clothes were in the man's hand. I quickly snatched it, quickly slipped into them. I felt relieved and I took a deep sigh. I felt so stupid being seen like that and for some reason i could still feel his piercing gaze on my back I didn't want to turn back. Wait what if this guy was a pervert?
I felt chills down my spine I had to get out of there. No, No he gave my clothes but he was staring at me while I got dressed. My eyes looked at his shadow that had spread on the sandy ground in front. And by the shape of it I could tell. He was staring at me while I got dressed. My instinct told not to associate myself with this man. I clenched both my hands and made a dashed out of there.