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The pool
As it turned out the driver didn't have any idea where Water Gate was so he ended up just dropping me off at the pool. I thanked him and got out.
Makayla was bound to have an extra swim suit. I trotted through the glass doors that led to the pool. It wasn't really a public pool, it was more like a pool for the students of West Bloomfield high. The pool was indoors and about the size of two pools put together.
I saw Makayla's trademark bag with a purple and blue shopping bag picture on it that said: Born a diva, Die a diva in bold letters and ran to it as fast as I could without slipping and killing myself. Kay was nowhere to be found when I got there though. "KAY!" I called.
I saw her blonde hair dyed dark brown emerging from the waters. "Bella! Hey girlfriend! Go get dressed and I'll meet you in the pool in ten!" she replied. "Um could you come over here!" I called. She frowned but came over anyway. She was wearing a green bikini with black straps and a black outline. I grimaced imagining what her spare would look like.
"What's up Bells?" she asked concerned. "Hm tinker bell." She appeared deep in thought. Oh god this girl was random. "I forgot my swim suit could I use your spare?" I asked. She grinned evilly at me. I sighed. Great she was happy. "Okay!" she chirped.
She was like a tall blonde Alice at times. Speaking of Alice I couldn't see Edward anywhere. We walked to the changing rooms in silence. Once we got there though her excitement was at it's peek. She pushed me into a changing stall. "Here." She threw a dark blue bikini with a black outline and straps at me. "I hate you. You know that don't you?" I joked.
She grinned. "I know! That's why we have a love hate relationship! Duh!" I laughed. "Okay enough chit-chat get dressed!" she commanded. I sighed but did as I was told. No way in hell was I use to wearing a bikini. On the contrary I usually wore shorts and a swim shirt. Once the thing was on I slowly looked up at the mirror.
My jaw dropped. I looked—no over way to phrase it—hot. I hated the feeling of only being in my bra and undies but I would make an exception. I got out and Makayla was practically vibrating with happiness.
She loved to play hmm I wonder how that outfit would look on Bella. "Gosh Bella you look hot." She commented. I blushed scarlet of course. "LETS GO GO GO!" she beckoned for me to hurry up. I sighed but went.
Once we got to the pool I cannon-balled into it. Makayla followed suit. After fifteen minutes in the pool I felt something grab my foot.
I screamed and jumped up and down like an idiot. "OH MY GOD! SOMETHINGS TOUCHING MY FOOT! MAKAYLA!" I screamed. She laughed and someone else laughed too. This laugh wasn't like any other laugh I'd heard though. This laugh was special. It was like velvet and flowed like honey.
I knew who it belonged to: Edward Cullen. I turned to face him angrily. The second I saw him I felt the breath whooshing out of my body. There he stood—an angel. He was beyond gorgeous. His bronze hair was dyed dark brown and stuck out in all directions and his eyes were smiling and happy. His chest was well muscled—six pack—and amazing. Oh he looked yummy. Makayla nudged me and I realized that I was gapping like an idiot. "Hi Edward." I greeted him a little too warmly. Ugh I hated myself for it. "Hey Bella." He smiled at me his heart breaking crooked smile. "You look hot." He said shamelessly. That seemed to have brought me back to my senses. "Flirt." I blurted out. He smiled even wider.
"In a good way or a bad way?" he asked.
"There is no good way! Ugh Edward leave me alone! I hate you!" I said angrily.
Tears began to form in my eyes and not just because I was angry. I realized with chagrin. I was close to the stairs so I ran out of the pool. "Bella wait!" Edward called but I was already half way down the hall way. I was soaking wet and in a bikini but I didn't care I just wanted to get far away from him.
I sat down on a bench and started to cry. I didn't know why nor did I care. Maybe I was crying because I couldn't like him—I didn't want to get hurt by him and wonder where he was when his phone was turned off every night.
Maybe I was crying for him and how stupid he was to put himself in that position. A position of constant lying and secrecy. I heard footsteps running down the hall to where I sat. "Blake?" I asked surprised.
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