Butch

Forget her. Since when were you one to obsess over a stupid girl? She doesn't like you, so get over it.

But he couldn't get over it. He visited the restaurant every day until 7 days had been up, and on two of those days she wasn't even working. And each day he was nowhere closer to charming her. He felt bad about himself, wondering if there was something wrong with him. That's why he did what he did.

"Teach me how to swim or I'll shut this restaurant down," he said.

"You wouldn't dare," she said, narrowing her eyes.

"Wanna bet?"

So here he was, an hour early for his lesson, wondering when he became a waiting guy. He liked her attitude, he thought she was hot and the way she seemed disinterested just made him all the more enticed.

He looked at the water—his worst enemy. It danced viciously, even though it was a pool and there was nobody in it.

Maybe I do need a therapist, because I'm obviously losing it…

Lately all he could really think about was her. Her smile (rarely seen), her laughter (mostly at him) and the way she walked was just hypnotizing. Other girls didn't even interest him anymore, and he'd only known Bianca for about three weeks now. It was his third lesson, and he still hadn't touched the water.

"So you mean to tell me you don't even shower?"

"No! I shower. This is different…"

"Hardly,"

"Hey loser," she said, as she walked past him ready for swimming.

"You're late,"

"What difference does it make?" she said with a laugh, running and jumping into the pool with the utmost ease, "Any chance you'll let your toe touch the water?"

"No,"

She sighed angrily as she dove under, and stayed under, leaving Butch to wonder if she had drowned. He came to the edge of the pool and looked for her body.

"Bianca?" he called out. Suddenly, as though there was a monster in the pool, something grabbed his ankles and pulled him in, plunging him into the water.

He pushed him down into the pool, holding him under despite his thrashs.

"It will build your stamina," he had said, "remove all fear of death,"

But it hadn't. It just made things worse.

"Help! I'm drowning! I'm drowning,"

"Don't be so dramatic," Bianca said, revealing herself to be the one who had pulled him under, "you're fine, see?" she said, referring to the fact that his floaty and 2 pairs of water wings had saved him.

"That was you? Are you crazy? You could have killed me!" he shouted, causing something to flicker past her eyes, just as quickly as it did, it was gone.

"I didn't, though, did I?" she said, swimming backwards from him, "kick towards me," she said.

"No,"

"Has it killed you yet?"

"No,"

"So what makes you think moving your legs will speed up the process?"

He looked at her angrily as he started kicking towards her, feeling stupid.

"See? Your doing great," something about the way she said it made it sound forced, and he dug his hand into the water and brought it up, spraying her with a wave of water—even though he meant to simply splash her.

When the water settled he smiled sheepishly at the angry ebony-haired girl.

"Guess I don't know my own strength,"

"I think you know it just fine," she growled, "and if you weren't threatening to shut down the restaurant, I wouldn't even be here,"

"I'm still paying you," he said.

"You're not paying me to like you," she said, as she moved her hair back into place.

He raised an eyebrow, "I could…"

"You would just be wasting money. Now start kicking towards me so I don't go home thinking you're paying me just to watch me swim around half naked,"

Again he raised an eyebrow.

Author's Note: hope you liked it :D