Switching Lanes
Chapter 3
I screamed and jumped about two miles.
He screamed as well, but only because I had screamed.
"Lucas?" I asked, putting my hands over my heart.
"Hey Brooke. I just went to drop your towel off."
"Oh, sorry. It's just that you scared me."
He smiled. "And for that, I apologize."
I smiled back. "So, how's everything?"
"Fine."
"Good."
We both started at the same time.
"Wait," I called, "Me first."
He nodded.
"I forgive you. I mean, I've just been so mean, and I- I know that pretending to be pregnant was wrong, and just not being that great of a person, ya know? But I really really want you to know that I am sorry, and I want to be your friend."
He looked at me and nodded. "Okay."
I grinned. "Now what was it you had to say?"
"Nothing," He said, "It isn't important."
"Okay." I shrugged.
Bummer, I really wanted to hear what he had to say. Whatever, at least we were friends now.
Later that day, we were off for another swim.
I was terrified. I really did not want to go, but I had no choice. I had promised Helen. My red towel, (which, to my pleasure smelled a lot like Lucas) was once again draped out on the floor for me to use. I, however, was still dressed. I had jeans and a silky black top over my cream colored bikini.
I sighed as I looked into the water. The lake was large and empty. It would be about 20 minutes before people actually started going in. We were now just taking off our clothes or laying out our towels or whatever. I glanced over at Lucas who wore Jeans and a blue top.
I heard Tim's voice from behind me.
"Hey there, Brookie!" He teased.
"Hey there, Loser." I said with absolutely no enthusiasm whatsoever.
He grinned his ugly smile and lifted me into the air.
"Tim! Tim, no! Stop! Put me down!" I yelled to no avail. He held me over the water and let my feet dangle.
"What's the matter, Brookie? Afraid of the water?"
"Tim! Put me down this instant!" I couldn't do anything, Tim threw me into the lake kicking and screaming.
The cool water chilled me, and I surfaced angrily.
Peyton was slapping Tim on the back of the head, and Lucas was angrily telling him what an a-hole he was.
"You okay, Brooke?" Peyton hollered.
No, I was terrified to be honest. But I couldn't let her know that.
"Yeah, I'm fine. A little angry, but fine."
Lucas held both his hands over the edge of the dock for me.
I made my way towards him, when suddenly something gripped my foot.
I really wanted to scream, so I did.
"What? What's wrong?" Lucas asked, worried.
"Something has my foot!" I yelled before going underwater.
I opened my eyes in the water, trying to adjust through the darkness of the lake.
I surfaced once more, screaming.
Lucas dove in, as I was pulled deeper.
The grip on my foot tightened, and I felt as if fingernails were digging into my foot.
I couldn't breathe, everything around me was looking hazy, and I was dizzy.
Lucas grabbed me, and the grip loosened completely before everything went black.
I screamed and jumped about two miles.
He screamed as well, but only because I had screamed.
"Lucas?" I asked, putting my hands over my heart.
"Hey Brooke. I just went to drop your towel off."
"Oh, sorry. It's just that you scared me."
He smiled. "And for that, I apologize."
I smiled back. "So, how's everything?"
"Fine."
"Good."
We both started at the same time.
"Wait," I called, "Me first."
He nodded.
"I forgive you. I mean, I've just been so mean, and I- I know that pretending to be pregnant was wrong, and just not being that great of a person, ya know? But I really really want you to know that I am sorry, and I want to be your friend."
He looked at me and nodded. "Okay."
I grinned. "Now what was it you had to say?"
"Nothing," He said, "It isn't important."
"Okay." I shrugged.
Bummer, I really wanted to hear what he had to say. Whatever, at least we were friends now.
Later that day, we were off for another swim.
I was terrified. I really did not want to go, but I had no choice. I had promised Helen. My red towel, (which, to my pleasure smelled a lot like Lucas) was once again draped out on the floor for me to use. I, however, was still dressed. I had jeans and a silky black top over my cream colored bikini.
I sighed as I looked into the water. The lake was large and empty. It would be about 20 minutes before people actually started going in. We were now just taking off our clothes or laying out our towels or whatever. I glanced over at Lucas who wore Jeans and a blue top.
I heard Tim's voice from behind me.
"Hey there, Brookie!" He teased.
"Hey there, Loser." I said with absolutely no enthusiasm whatsoever.
He grinned his ugly smile and lifted me into the air.
"Tim! Tim, no! Stop! Put me down!" I yelled to no avail. He held me over the water and let my feet dangle.
"What's the matter, Brookie? Afraid of the water?"
"Tim! Put me down this instant!" I couldn't do anything, Tim threw me into the lake kicking and screaming.
The cool water chilled me, and I surfaced angrily.
Peyton was slapping Tim on the back of the head, and Lucas was angrily telling him what an a-hole he was.
"You okay, Brooke?" Peyton hollered.
No, I was terrified to be honest. But I couldn't let her know that.
"Yeah, I'm fine. A little angry, but fine."
Lucas held both his hands over the edge of the dock for me.
I made my way towards him, when suddenly something gripped my foot.
I really wanted to scream, so I did.
"What? What's wrong?" Lucas asked, worried.
"Something has my foot!" I yelled before going underwater.
I opened my eyes in the water, trying to adjust through the darkness of the lake.
I surfaced once more, screaming.
Lucas dove in, as I was pulled deeper.
The grip on my foot tightened, and I felt as if fingernails were digging into my foot.
I couldn't breathe, everything around me was looking hazy, and I was dizzy.
Lucas grabbed me, and the grip loosened completely before everything went black.