Athena’s P.O.V.
“Can I?” he asked me. His eyes were somewhat sparkling as if this would be his first time to dive into the pool.
“It’s okay, as long as you will clean it yourself later. Look at your neck, eew! What’s that some black and disgusting dirt over there. I think you badly needed to take a bath, yuck!” I squealed while pointing at his neck. The truth was… there was none, I just wanted to annoy him to retaliate for his teasing. I almost burst into laughter when I saw his disbelieving reaction.
“Woah! Look who’s talking here? Between you and I, who has the flu and won’t be able to take even a quick shower? Is it me or you, Helena?” I was surprised when he stepped closer towards me and scowled at me, “That smell you have? Nothing could have been nastier! It stinks. That was too far from the normal smell of a girl.” Then, he laughed.
And because I got annoyed again at what he said, I suddenly pushed him into the swimming pool without even thinking. It was too late for me to panic.
Oh no! He might not have brought any replacement clothes with him! What will I do?
“He-Helena, h-help me… I d-don’t know how to s-swim!” Even though his body was starting to descend, he still tried his best to lift his head to scream and call for help.
Oh my God! my mind screamed.
My palms were on my mouth while my eyes were wide open—still shocked at what I was about to witness. Cristoff must not die here in our house, for Christ’s sake!
If I was exasperated at him a while ago, I was damn nervous now. It was as if my whole body was covered in a cloak of fear. My heart throbbed in dread and panic. After Helena’s death last year, this was the time I trembled inside and got scared again. Why didn’t he tell me that he doesn’t know how to swim in the first place?
What the heck! What will I do now?
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