Short chapter, but It needed to be written. Thanks for reading and PLEASE review.

I knew that parties could get wild, but I wasn't aware that I would have 20 naked people in my pool at midnight. Looking across the room, I saw Jeremiah flirting with some girl in a lifeguard sweater. He was probably a little tipsy. Conrad, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found. Steven was sitting on the couch drinking a beer with a couple guys. I sipped my own beer and leaned against the wall, scanning the room for interesting people, or maybe just one person.

"Hey beautiful." Clay came up behind me and put his arm around me. I slipped out of his hold and faced him again.

"Hey...Clay." He looked a little tipsy, not to be unexpected with Clay. I was still looking around the room for Conrad while talking to Clay, and finally found him. I pretended like I didn't and started to flirt with Clay. I don't know whether it was because I saw Conrad, or... okay, it was because I saw Conrad. Focus Belly. I leaned in towards Clay and put my hand beside his body on the wall.

"So, you liking the party?" I smiled at him flirtatiously.

"Yeah, I am. Do you want to go somewhere?" He touched my arm. I looked up and saw Conrad coming towards me. He stopped in front of us.

"Hey, Belly. Can I talk to you?" Conrad seemed calm. I stepped away from Clay.

"Yeah, sure." I nodded my head. Conrad turned and headed outside, and I followed. We went out onto the deck where behind us were naked swimmers probably pouring shots into the pool.

"What do you think you're doing?" Conrad sounded annoyed.

"It's a party, I'm talking to people." I tried to play it cool. He stepped closer to me.

"Look, if you're trying to pull something..." Conrad furrowed his brows and shook his head at me.

"I'm not pulling anything. I don't know what your problem is. You are the one who has been acting weird since we came back. You're the one who abandoned me 2 years ago."

"Does that explain why you're acting like a slut? Because I didn't tell you I loved you Belly?" Conrad's words stung. I had tears in my eyes as I stepped back from him.

"Screw you Conrad." I shook my head at him and walked back inside. I went directly over to Clay again. He looked at me and smiled. "Still want to go somewhere?" I smiled.

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Clay had clearly been drinking. I didn't think he was drunk though. Tipsy maybe. What did I know? My only experiences with alcohol involved our last Cousins party, and Taylors house party sophomore year. Tequila was always my weakness. Clay was walking outside on the street that was next to the beach. We made our way over towards a dock with a bunch of boats.

"Ready for adventure, Belllly?" He slurred a little. I couldn't believe Conrad had the nerve to call me a slut. Well he may not have called me a slut, but it still hurt. He makes me so mad sometimes.

"Um yeah..What are we doing here?" I looked around.

"We are going for a ride." He smiled and turned to a large cabinet built into the dock next to a rentals shack. He worked there on the weekends, I remember renting small boats from that place as a kid. He opened the lock on the cabinet and took out a key. He took my hand and led me out to a jet ski. I paused for a moment when I heard someone giggling on the beach. I whipped my head around to find Steven and some girl on the beach practically on top of each other.

"Oh my god!" I said more loudly than I had intended. Steven noticed immediately and stood up.

"Belly?" He yelled.

"Shit, let's go." I urged Clay as we both ran towards the jet ski and hopped on. He put the key in and revved the engine. I turned my head again and saw Steven coming towards us. Before I could read his expression, we were flying on water.

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Being on the open water, despite the fact that I was clinging to Clay, was one of the most peaceful moments I've had in a while, a chance to think. Then we were going fast. Then, really fast.

"Clay!" I yelled over the noise.

"Woooooooh!" He screamed in excitement. He was going faster than I thought was safe. Good idea Belly, get on a jet ski with a drunk person. Brilliant. I was panicking now. It was dark and I couldn't really see much.

"Clay! I can't see. Clay!" I tried to slow him down. He turned on the headlights and continued screaming in excitement. I was yelling his name and telling him to slow down when I noticed that we were approaching the dock, which has huge piles of rocks surrounding it.

"Clay slow down!" I screamed before we hit something hard, and then it was cold and dark.

What happens next? :)