We were there. Me in my wet bra, and soaking skinny jeans. Chase shirtless, in his speedo pants. Both of us staring right at the coach. He was furious. I was scared. Chase was annoyed. What do we do? Ugggghhh. What could we do? This was the best day of my life, turning into the most embarassing.
“What is going on here?” The coach was edging up to the pool, and I quickly guarded my chest.
“Umm…we’re just having a little practice.” Ugh. Chase had a good body, good looks, and now good comebacks. How did I ever hate him?
“Practicing your kissing?” The coaches comebacks were pretty cool also.
“Listen coach-”
“No you listen,” Interrupted the coach, “Anything but swimming in the school pool is banned! Now I expect you two to report to the nurses office tomorrow. I will be there and we will investigate this weird thing you guys have got goin’ on here.”
No doubt the coach was mad, but did he have to call my love weird?
Wait! Wait! Was I getting in trouble. That never, ever happens.