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Summer Secret
-Part 2-
Jack grinned as Martha's face grew red.
"Oh my God you freak!" Martha yelled.
The grin remained, and it wasn't helping his case.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to apologize for earlier." Jack said, trying to change the subject.
"What do you mean?" Martha asked angrily, still furious at this random guy.
"For talking about your boyfriend. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry." Jack apologized. Martha gave out a small smile, her fury drifting away. 'He's quite sweet.'
"I don't have a boyfriend." Martha told him.
"Oh." Jack said, trying not to sound pleased. "Then why'd you run off?" He asked.
"It's complicated." She answered, signalling the end of the topic.
"So," Jack began smiling. "Your name?" He asked. Martha grinned.
"Martha." She said, "Yours?"
"Jack." He answered.
"Well, Jack. Can't you fasten up buttons?" She asked. Jack looked confused.
"Yea, why?"
"Oh, it just looks as if you've had a few problems." She laughed, gesturing to his shirt. He looked down and was horrified to see what he'd done. Not only had he failed to button up the entire shirt, but also he hadn't even managed to do the few he'd done correctly. He felt his face heat with embarrassment and looked back up at Martha – but she'd gone. He heard her giggling and the sound of her hotel room door shut. He felt like a complete fool! He needed to fix this. He ran through the apartment and swung the door open, only to be met by the groom.
"Whoa!" Jack shouted, surprised.
"Come on, we're all waiting for you." Craig said, tapping his watch.
"Oh yea! Sorry. I forgot." Jack apologized, trying to look over Craig's shoulder and down the corridor.
"What are you looking for?" Craig asked, spinning around and taking a look down the hallway himself.
"Nothing." Jack lied, shutting the door behind him.
"What's with the shirt?" Craig laughed.
Martha sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. She was thinking about Jack at the hotel room - he had been so embarrassed, which made it much more amusing for her. She was still smiling to herself when the bar man placed a beer in front of her.
"Who is he?" He asked. Martha snapped out of her daydream.
"Who's who?" She asked, confused. The barman laughed.
"The man you're thinking about!" He exclaimed. Martha's smile faded. 'Oh God, I don't like him… do I? I can't… I won't let another guy do this to me.' She thought to herself.
"Martha!" Jack cheered, walking in with the Stag party. He strutted towards her, taking a seat next to her. "You found that funny," He smiled. "Making me look like a fool."
"You did that all by yourself if I remember correctly." Martha said, trying not give into his charm.
"Ahh, so that's the man." The barman smiled.
"What man?" Jack asked.
"The man she was daydreaming about a few moments ago." The barman laughed whilst he passed Jack a beer.
"Oh, really?" Jack smiled, looking at Martha. Martha shot the barman an icy look, then one to Jack.
"Don't get your hopes up, the only reason you entered my mind was so I could laugh at your pure stupidity." She answered sharply, standing up.
"What's up?" Jack asked, confused.
"I don't see the point in wasting my time hanging around you." Martha snapped.
"So you'd rather sit by yourself? Is that more productive than making a new buddy?" Jack asked, Martha nodded.
"If that buddy is you, then yes." She smiled, and walked off towards a table nearer the pool. Jack sighed and slowly returned to where the Stag party was sitting. It wasn't that he was having a bad time with his friends; he just knew he'd be having a better time with Martha. She just had that feistiness that Jack adored and found addictive. He loved to wind her up, and he loved her short, comical retorts– even though their main purpose was to offend him. It was difficult for him to have fun with the lads with a girl on his mind, but he wasn't going running back to her, not without an invite of course.
Martha looked over at Jack sitting at the main table. "He is gorgeous;" she admitted. She watched him laughing and joking with his mates. She couldn't take her eyes off him! She was incredibly bored now that he'd left her alone. She stared at him for a few more moments, trying to come up with a plan to get him to come over.
Jack mischievously switched his half-empty beer with Craig's full pint, and took a sip. He watched the look of confusion as Craig lifted his glass, now with less beer inside. There was a roar of laughter as Craig slowly pieced up Jack's smirk and full pint. Martha couldn't help but giggle a little; it was funny to watch. Jack spun around, hearing Martha's laugh. He looked at her and smiled. To his amazement, she smiled back.
"Excuse me." Jack said, standing up and walking towards Martha's table. This was the invitation he'd been waiting for. As Jack got closer he realised that Martha's smile was not friendly, but mischievous.
"I was thinking about what you said." Martha began. "About making a buddy."
"You mean you're not going to be anti-social?" Jack gasped sarcastically.
"No, I'd like to be your buddy." She said. Jack grinned.
"Grea-" He began, but was interrupted by Martha placing her finger to his lips.
"Martha hasn't finished yet." She interrupted. "I don't make buddies with anyone Jack, especially not with wusses." She told him.
He defended himself quickly. "What have I done that suggests I am?"
"What have you done that has suggested you're not?" Martha replied. Jack laughed.
"True. What can I do to show I'm not a wuss?" Jack asked, falling right into Martha's plan.
"Hmm… Beat me in dare." She stuck her tongue out. Jack grinned.
"Deal." He said, outstretching his arm. Martha accepted the grip and shook his hand, trying not to melt as she felt his warm touch.
"Your dare first." She smiled. Jack nodded in acceptance. Martha looked around the swimming area, seeking out inspiration. She looked over at the large man in the swimming pool. A field of bubbles occasionally flowed from him every minute or so. 'Perfect' she thought smiling. "I dare you to keg that guy swimming in the water." She said, gesturing to the man.
"What's 'keg'?" he asked, standing up and taking a better look at his mission.
"Well, I could do a demonstration." She laughed, reaching out and putting her hands on the top of his trousers. "Yoink!" She shouted, tugging downwards. Jack slammed his hands down and held his trousers up, just quick enough to prevent an embarrassing display. He looked down at a smiling Martha. He couldn't help but laugh. However this slowly faded as it dawned on him what his dare was.
"I'm not going anywhere near that mans butt! He's got a wind problem Martha!" Jack cried. Martha giggled.
"I can't believe you've chickened out already! Fine, I guess I'll have to make buddies with that guy who asked me out earlier. I'm sure he'll play dare with me, unlike some people…" She grinned.
"I'm not jumping in the pool in these clothes." Jack stated.
"Get changed then. Dumbass." She answered. Jack had no excuses left, so he forced a smile and walked inside the hotel.
Several minutes passed, when she saw a tanned blur run past her. It dived in the swimming pool, creating a big splash. Martha faced the pool, "You ready then?"
"Oh yes. Can't wait." Jack said sarcastically. Just as he was about to duck under, another swarm of bubbles appeared around the man. Jack stood in horror. "Martha, this is cruel."
"Don't forget to hold your breath." She said. "And your nose!" She added with an evil laugh. Jack forced a fake grin and ducked under.
"Aaargh!" The man yelled. A few seconds later Jack rose further down the pool, acting as if it wasn't him. Martha giggled as she walked over to the edge and looked down at the wet Jack.
"Well done." She congratulated him smiling. They both looked towards the man, who had quickly pulled up his trunks and was angrily looking around.
"Who did that?" He grumbled. As the large man spun around, Martha and Jack had noticed that he wasn't large because of his weight, it was because of his muscles. Jack swallowed his fear and continued to act natural; praying the man wouldn't realise it was him. Martha smirked.
"What was that?" She asked. Jack looked confused. "What did you just say?" Martha asked loudly.
"I didn't say anything…" Jack answered.
"What did you do?" She asked even louder, with a grin on her face. Jack's eyes widened as he realised Martha's devious plan.
"Martha, don't!" He begged as the man looked towards them. Martha's smirk remained as she continued.
"Oh my God Jack! You pulled-" Martha began, but was interrupted when Jack jumped out of the water, grabbed her hand and pulled her in, preventing her from saying anymore. Jack sighed in relief as the man left the pool area. Jack wasn't a wuss, but he wasn't an idiot either. He knew he wouldn't have stood a chance against that buff guy. He looked at Martha, spluttering beside him. "I'll kill you." She said as she swam to the side.
