"Awesome!" Leo and Brandon fist-bumped as soon as the announcer finished saying that the afternoon classes were to be cancelled because of some seminar the teachers were required to attend.

Nichole and I cheered ourselves, bumping our chests the hard way like the guys always did. Only, we forgot we had boobs. And it hurt.

"Ow," I said, slowly hugging my chest with my arms. Nichole nodded, doing the same.

"We are so not doing that again."

We saw Brandon and Leo staring at us weirdly. Brandon, having an unexplainable look on his face, as if he was supressing his laughter, and Leo, managed to present his own version of a pedophile's smile.

"Get away creep," Nichole said. Leo quickly put an arm around her and guided her to the pool.

"You girls can watch us practice today," Leo said, peering over his shoulder as they continued to walk forward, away from us. Brandon and I looked at each other.

"Can we?" I asked. He nodded.

"You're finally gonna see my awesome side." I laughed quietly. He took my hand and pulled me to the same direction Nichole and Leo were heading.

I didn't see the point of holding hands, but I didn't mind. I didn't mind at all.

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When we entered the gym, huge splashes of water could already be heard and incoherent shouts were echoing throughout the place. As soon as our presences were made known, a group of guys went up to us, sending knowing grins to Brandon and Leo.

"Hey slackers," a tall, tanned guy approached us. "Why'd you bring your chicks here today?"

Before Leo could reply, Nichole and I stepped forward out of instinct. We didn't really plan on it, but we said the same thing at the same time. "Chicks my ass."

We looked at each other quite surprised, and then we burst out laughing. She gave me a high-five as the guys followed our laughter.

The tanned guy then gave Nichole a funny smile. "I was kidding Nic." Then he looked at me. "Oh. Hey."

"Hey," I replied shortly. It was my first time being here, so I understand why he didn't know me. Nichole, on the other hand, had been here a few times because of Leo, so no wonder the guys were already familiar with her.

Brandon came up behind me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Guys, this is Mira."

I hid a smile when he introduced me to his team mates. I don't know. I just felt giddy. Ugh. Such a girl I am.

They all smiled at me and to be honest, I was having a hard time returning the smile. Well, they were all shirtless and wet from hair to foot. There's no denying their bodies were fit for swimming too.

A guy with blonde hair suddenly raised his arms and gestured to all of me. "Boys, here stands the sole reason for Brandon's many, many absences."

A deep chorus of laughter filled the gym as Brandon nudged his arm. "Knock it off."

"We actually already know you, Miss Mira Jadsen," another guy came up, flashing me a business-like (or Cheshire-like) smile, though his eyes were twinkling of playfulness. "You're pretty popular for beating people up."

I wanted to hide. Oh God. I had this bad a reputation at school? Brandon chuckled, and then followed everybody, including Nichole.

"Our best friend, boys!" Leo mockingly announced, dodging a swift kick from me - which just added to their amusement. This is so embarrassing. My sole existence is embarrassing. I want to dig a hole and hide in one.

"Where's coach?" Brandon asked, changing the course of discussion smoothly.

"He went with the rest of the teachers at that seminar or something," the tanned one replied. "Today it's self-pracrice."

"Alright," Leo grinned when he heard the news.

"Do you swim, Mira?" Somebody from the group asked. I avoided their eyes as I replied. I still can't get over my embarrassing self.

"A little bit."

They all grinned in unison. Oh no. "Then get in the water."

I was about to protest when Brandon explained the reason why we were here. "She just came to watch guys. It's okay Mira, you and Nichole can sit over there."

They booed.

"C'mon dude, coach's not here anyway. Let your girl have some fun."

Brandon was firm in his decision. "No."

And then teasing came. The tone of their voices made me want to kick all of them. I hated getting teased.

"You're so possessive. If you keep that up, she's gonna leave you."

My breath hitched in my throat. Hey. They thought we were..?

"We're not together." Brandon coldly replied, walking away now to drop his bag near the bleachers.

I suddenly had the motivation to swim now. I mentally cussed that damned potato. He has no idea how what he just said punched me in the gut. I know he was just being honest, but still.

I glanced at Nichole, she was already looking. Then she gave me a nod like she understood everything.

I want to get back at him for some reason.

"Do you have some spare swimsuits for girls here?" I asked one of the guys. They all cheered when I said that, and I saw Brandon stiffen. Even when I was just facing his back, I know he was making another disappointed face because I didn't listen to him.

Whatever. We weren't going out anyway. Why should I listen to him?

"This is my sister's. I'm sure she won't mind," the tanned one handed me a small bag. I opened it and pulled out the black piece of cloth.

I eyed him weirdly. "This is a bikini."

"Yeah," he replied, as if it was the most natural thing to say. Then he started to explain why he had it. "She bought it yesterday. Her guy got mad at her so she asked me to give it to someone as a present since it was a waste to just throw it away. Lucky you're here. Must be fate."

Yeah. Guess fate finally paid its debt. Although I preferred cash but this was alright.

And her guy got mad at her? Maybe because it was too sexy? Jealous boy. Nichole told me Leo didn't want want her wearing clothes that showed a bit too much skin. Are all boyfriends like that?

I wouldn't know.

Nichole studied the bikini as well, her head bobbing on approval. "It's nice."

It's not like it was gonna be my first time wearing a bikini. But it felt weird. Well, it was the only one I can wear anyway. I just wanted to swim. I miss swimming. I'll show that jerk.

"So you're giving it to me?" I asked, fiddling the bag on my hands. He nodded, looking relieved that he finally accomplished the mission his sister entrusted him with. I gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks dude."

"I'll be sitting in the bleachers," Nichole said. Leo and Brandon already changed into their swimming trunks. Leo was even looking at me worriedly. Brandon, well, didn't meet my eyes. Whatever. Let him be mad.

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I checked myself out in the mirror. It was a perfect fit. This is so convenient. I mean, what a coincidence that guy had this when I needed it. And I don't even know his name.

I'll just call him The Tanned One in my head.

I had a slight problem with the top though. It was a bit fit - maybe I tied the knot too tight. The cloth hugged my boobs together lovingly, forming a daring cleavage.

I used my hair to cover it up, although it was still teasingly peeking from its concealment. We were gonna be underwater anyway, so there should be no problem.

As soon as I stepped out of the changing rooms, the guys were already near the pool waiting for me. They surrounded Brandon and they were like discussing something, and then stopped when they noticed I was approaching.

The Tanned One raked my appearance up and down, but his expression showed no change. "It looks good on you."

"Yeah, thanks again," I replied, discreetly attempting to cover my chest. I was so conscious. I just realized I was the only one with a vagina here.

Gasp.

Gangbang!

What. What!!! What the hell did I just think?! Shut up you filthy mind! Oh, gosh. Oh ew. If they could read my mind right now I'll freaking drown myself. Curse Leo for tricking me into watching that indecent video back then.

I glanced at all of them swiftly, and took a deep breath. Maybe I'm just overthinking, but were they all staring at me?

Wow. I'm so not conscious about the fat on my stomach at all. I'm just stomaching-in the whole time. Maybe they noticed.

I felt weird when I met Brandon's eyes. He looked disappointed, as expected, and I felt bad about it but whatever. Ugh. Whatever.

I was so busy being tough in my thoughts that I didn't notice him stepping forward, towards me. I felt my cheeks heat up when he held my shoulders. That look on his face was so scary.

I'm not so tough now, am I?

All of a sudden, he lifted me up and threw me to the pool. I didn't realize everything that happened until my butt touched the floor of the pool. I swam up and yelled at the damn potato.

"What the hell Brandon?!"

The guys were laughing so hard. He just sent me a sly grin, but I know there was a deeper meaning to that. "Let's race."

"What?!" I almost sounded hysterical, splashing all of them with water while I was at it. "You're a real swimmer! That's not fair!"

"Hey manslut!" I heard Nichole yell all the way from the bleachers. She was stepping on his bag and belongings mercilessly as she continued to get mad at him.

Brandon cringed.

"How is that not fair?" Leo asked, innocently. "Mira's pretty good at swimming. She beat me a lot of times back in grade school."

An argument broke out among all of them, but Brandon and I just stared at each other. It wasn't just a stare. I can't explain if it was a heated glare or an icy gaze or whatever. One thing's for sure though: it was unpleasant and it gave me enough motivation to accept his challenge.

"Fine," I said, silencing all of them. It was my decision after all. I never tore my eyes off him. I raised my arm so he could pull me up from the pool. When I was finally back on dry ground, he squeezed my wrist before letting go.

He's mad at me.

I got mad at him because he's mad at me. It makes sense, I swear. As for revenge and a little demonstration of my sudden rush of confidence, I irritatedly pushed my wet hair off my shoulders and let them flow freely behind my back. The revealing top that I was trying to cover-up earlier was now exposed.

I was satisfied when his eyes shot open from the surprise. He didn't expect that now did he? Bitch.

To add more effect, I straightened my back and put a hand on my waist, showing off the S-line I was always so conscious about.

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I'm just so pissed at him. I don't know why I'm even pissed at him. I want to piss on him.

Forget that last part. I'm so mad I can't think like a human anymore.

"First one to finish wins?" I stated obviously, stretching my arms and legs. The guys were howling and cheering me on. Brandon's eye twitched. Good.

"Yeah."

Both of us stood on the springboard, now in position. I was serious as hell in winning this. My back was arched and my arms were outstretched over my head - my most comfortable diving posture - I could clearly see how much I just emphasized the two balls of fat on my chest. I glanced at Brandon and saw him already staring at me with a really annoyed look.

WHAT. EVER. My form was awesome.

One of the guys shot the starting pistol, and before the sound could even echo throughout the whole place, Brandon and I dived into the pool.

I kicked my legs with full strength, my arms were a bit relaxed at first so I wouldn't get too tired before I even reached the goal.

I glanced at Brandon as I breathed on my right. He was a little ahead of me damn it. With newly found strength, I kicked my feet faster, and I was gaining on him.

He was really good, but I was keeping up with him. Damn. This will hurt in the morning.

As soon as I slammed my hand on the wall of the pool, I could hear the boys cheering and clapping. And howling. Well, it was Nichole who was howling.

I was breathing heavily and so was Brandon. I didn't realize we were so close until I felt his breath on my cheeks. Or maybe that was just my cheeks.

He was so quiet, just staring at me. I hated quiet Brandon the most. It makes him so hard to read.

"Brandon won by three seconds!" One of them exclaimed.

"How could you say you just know how to swim 'a little bit'? You were awesome!"

"You actually kept up with him! Damn, girl."

"I want you in the team, now!!!"

I was laughing at their remarks, not knowing what other way to respond to their flattery. For me, it was no surprise I kept up with this potato. Rather, I was disappointed I lost. Back when we were kids, Leo took swimming classes, and I tagged along. I wanted to try all kinds of sports that time.

Our coach saw how well I performed so he made me join a few competitions but not as an official player. I won a lot but in the end I got tired of it and I was itching to try softball so I left Leo and joined the softball team.

Speaking of Leo, while all of their team mates were applauding me, he was just giving me a worried smile. I knew what he meant. He meant 'congrats, but Brandon is still mad at you.'

They started training on the other side of the pool while I stayed a bit further away from them since I didn't want to be a disturbance.

Brandon separated from his team and swam towards me. My stupid switch turned on and I began running underwater to get away from him. Why the hell didn't I just swim away like a normal person would?

When he finally reached me, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them on the wall. I gulped. He was glaring at me so hard now I almost wanted to cry. But at the same time, my own anger increased.

He didn't say anything. After a small glaring-contest between us, his eyes softened and his tight grip on my wrists loosened as well. He sighed before resting his head on my shoulder. I almost thought he was trying to drown himself.

"Please stop doing this," he breathed, almost sounded like he was pleading. Before I even got to ask him what (although I already knew the answer) he got out of the pool and lifted me up like a rag doll, pulling me out of the water as well.

He grabbed a clean towel on one of the small cabinets near us and threw it on my face. "Cover up."

I fumed in annoyance, but kept quiet. Honestly, I was scared of him. He's so scary when he's quiet. And when he's quiet, I know he's either mad or upset. Most of the time, with me.

After I wrapped it around my body, he pointed at the girl's bathroom. "Go change."

I couldn't resist rolling my eyes and stomping my way there. I'm acting like such a kid. He wasn't my boyfriend, we weren't going out. Why should I listen to him? But still, I was following his orders. I hate this so much. It's like he's got complete control of me.

On my way to the bathroom, I heard a multitude of voices, which I know belonged to the team. I peered over my shoulder and saw that Emma came in. I remember her mentioning her brother was in the swim team too.

They all looked excited when she arrived. They were laughing about something I couldn't hear because I was too far away. When I saw her chatting with Brandon again, and when I saw Brandon gleefully enjoying her company, my heart sunk.

I didn't watch any longer. I entered the bathroom and showered. Jealousy is such a stupid thing. It shouldn't even exist. Especially not in me.

I took a shower and just stood there under the hot water raining down my hair and body, washing off the smell of chlorine, and hopefully all this negativity.

I thought about Brandon's face. About what happened. Just earlier we were okay. Did we just fight again? I don't know if we did. I just feel so sad.

I don't know how long I was standing there, just thinking about him and Emma. Does he smile like that when he's with me? Why can't I be as pretty as her?

I bet he tells her she's pretty and amazing and all the things he told me yesterday too.

I can't even tell if I was crying because the hot water was starting to sting my eyes anyway. Yeah. It's just the hot water.

"Mira?" I heard Emma's voice outside the bathroom. I quickly rubbed my face as if there was something wrong with it before calling back to her.

"Yeah?"

"You forgot your bag."

I slapped myself. Oh right. My bag. My clothes.

I turned the shower off and wrapped myself with only a towel. I wrung the bikini dry and placed it inside a clean plastic bag I found in one of the lockers.

"Thanks Em!" I said, rushing to get my belongings. Before I even got to the door, I saw Brandon standing in front of me, holding my bag. My face fell.

"Where's Emma?"

"Out. She gave me your bag." He said.

He was still wet, probably just came out of the pool. He stepped forward and closed the door behind us. I gulped.

"T-This is a girl's bathroom you know," I stammered. Just so you know, I stammered because I was shivering from the cold, not because he was advancing me slowly with that unexplainable look on his face.

I gripped the towel around my chest. I'm stark naked under this thin piece of cloth. I think I'm gonna die from embarrassment.

"Where's that swimsuit?" He asked. I looked at him unsurely before pointing behind me.

"Over there."

"Throw it away." He said. My face went red with anger. How dare he?

"Your friend just gave it to me. It must've been expensive. How could I just throw it away?"

He quietly glared at something on the floor. I just made him angrier. Great. But then his expression softened again, kind of hopeless. Do I really stress him out this much?

"Then don't wear that thing again," he said, his tone firm and commanding. And then he looked up to meet my eyes seriously. "At least not with a lot of guys around."

He said it a bit unclearly but I heard him perfectly. Was he jealous? Maybe? I didn't know what to reply so I just kept quiet. He stepped closer again and I unconsciously took a step back. I forced my legs to get away but my feet were glued to the ground.

He held my arms to keep me from escaping. He looked annoyed. "Seriously. You're just making me too greedy for your own good."

I stared at him in shock. What... What did he mean by that? Can I be hopeful?

He lowered his head again. He slowly pulled me into a gentle hug, his mouth resting on the nape of my neck. I can't get over the fact that I was only in a towel, and he was in his swimming trunks.

"Only wear things like that when you're with me. Only me."

If I was my usual self I'd protest and complain why I should, because we weren't even in a relationship. But since I felt drunk, maybe because of the long hot shower, or maybe because of Brandon, I nodded obediently. "Okay."

After that hug, he couldn't bring himself to look at me, so he quickly turned around. He gave me back my bag with his head facing somewhere away from my direction. I could see how red his ears were. I think he just realized our lack of clothes during that hug.

Now I'm wondering if he felt my boobs or something. He looks so flustered.

"After you change, let's go downtown." He said.

"Why?"

I was still facing his back. He was making his way to the exit. "Because you look so down lately."

So he wanted to cheer me up again?

I didn't want to admit that I really wasn't myself lately, but I don't think I can ever lie to this guy. I gripped my bag and forced myself to keep a straight face even though he wasn't looking. Shit I can feel a silly grin coming. I'm so relieved somehow.

"Okay."

He nodded. He peeked at me over his shoulder and quickly turned his head forward while covering his cheeks with the back of his hand. Then he went out.

When I was sure he was already gone, I smiled so widely at myself. I covered my face and suppressed the girly giggles that were threatening to escape my lips.

Damn it. Damn it all.

I like him way too much.

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A/N: Hungry.

Trivia #1: Dude dude. A baby spider crawled on my shirt and I didn't notice until my roommate told me. I shrieked in terror as she told me to keep still so she could swat it off but I couldn't wait because I could feel it crawling down to my pants.

So I jumped and jumped. Then she said the spider was on the floor. So I jumped and jumped again before I quickly climbed up the ladder of my bed and stayed there like a monkey. And then she said, "Ah, you killed it."

When I looked down, it was true. It was dead. I must've stepped on it while I was jumping like a maniac earlier. I actually felt sorry for it.

Trivia #2: I'm starting to believe that all spiders find me attractive. Let us all hold hands and cry.