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After a long and cold shower, Annabelle felt the headache and nausea wash off her making her feel more like herself again.

She sat on the edge of the HMS pouge with her arms holding her up as she watched Kiara go through the scuba gear that John B had snatched from Ward Cameron.

She looked up for a second to catch JJ staring at her from the other side of the boat. He had been struggling to keep his eyes off her after seeing her still in his shirt but this time only with a binink under it. His gaze hastily shifted back to the tanks and Annabelle watched his cheeks turn a light shade of red.

"This is empty." Kiara sighed. "You took empty tanks?"

"Great job, Jonny boy." Annabelle patted the back of the boy who sat next to her.

"Okay, this one's a quarter full," Kiara informed them holding up one of the tanks. "It's enough for one of us."

The brunette's gaze shifted between the faces of her friends hoping to see any takers. Annabelle sighed grabbing another beer as she figured it was most definitely going to result in her having to go down in the water.

"Does anybody know how to dive?" She looked around the group without gaining any answer. "Anybody?"

"It's a kook sport," JJ stated making them all fall silent staring awkwardly at each other, doing their best not to look at Kiara who sighed at his words.

"I- I read about it," Pope said making Kiara scoff.

"Great, Pope read about it so someone's gonna die." She rolled her eyes.

"Go on, Pope." Annabelle leaned forward to listen to the boy, ignoring Kiara's comment.

"Look,y-you put the thing in your mouth and breathe. How hard could it be?" JJ mansplained. Annabelle cocked her head at him telling him to shut up as she was starting to feel bad for the Heyward boy.

"If it comes too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood and you get bends," Pope said sending the dumber friend a triumphant smile.

"Bends like, bends you over..."JJ proceed to stick his ass out, arching his back as he held onto the metal pole.

"Oh my" Annabelle laughed, rolling her eyes at him.

"The bends kill you." Pope corrected him, making him stand upright again.

"I can–I can dive." John B finally spoke up as he rose to his feet, handing his beer to Annabelle who stared at him in slight shock.

"Since when?" She furrowed her brows.

"I'll do it. It's fine." He reassured her.

Pope sighed as he joined John B in a stance, reaching for their map. "Let me do the calculations real quick."

"Really?" Annabelle turned to the brunette boy next to her making him shrug knowing that no one else was going to volunteer. "If you die the twinkie's mine." She reached her pinky finger out for him to which he just stared at the childish girl with a crooked smile.

"Come on, pinky swear." She said with full seriousness. He exchanged a quick glance with JJ before awkwardly locking pinkies with the girl who shot him a bright smile.

"That boat's like 30 feet down," Pope said as he began to draw out the map. "So it'll take 25 minutes at that depth. Which means that you need to make your safety stop at about... ten feet, alright? For two minutes."

Annabelle stood up as worry began to crawl up her spine hearing the boy babbling about the numbers. She stood up, placing John B's beer to the side before waöking to the edge of the boat, grabbing the hem of JJ's shirt. As she pulled the fabric off her body, revealing her frame wearing a dark red binki she heard the boy's chattering turn into a distracted mumbling but she didn't pay them any attention. Instead, she gracefully dived into the water still hoping onto the shirt.

"Uh-" John B's mouth had fallen open slightly at the sight.

"What was that about?" Pope asked.

"I don't know but I liked it a lot," JJ said, dragging out the last words as he kept his gaze plastered on the surface where Annabelle had just been standing, peeling his shirt off her body.

Kiara had hurried over to the edge of the boat, looking down at the bubbles that had formed after her best friend had randomly jumped in there.

After several moments of silence, the boys were forced back to reality, clearing their throats before continuing their planning of John B's trip down to the weck but Jj's gaze kept looking over to where Annabelle had been standing.

Annabelle appeared on the surface taking a deep breath as she shook the water off her face. JJ's gaze fixated on her as she lifted herself onto the boat with her wet hair perfectly slicked back by the water.

"Guys, I tied my T-shirt to the anchor chain about ten feet down. It's where you need to do your safety stop." She informed them as she lifted her legs into the boat, with water still dripping from her frame. JJ felt a grin inhabitate his face as she referred to his shirt as her own. 

"Thanks, Anna." John B smiled at her as he helped her to her feet.

He turned back to Pope as he gave him the last instructions. Annabelle felt herself shiver after the dip in the still-not-warm water. She looked around for anything to drape over herself but the only clothing that she had brought was the top that was now tied to the anchor.

"Hey, anyone got a towel?" She trembled lightly at the feeling of a gust of wind creating goosebumps on her skin. JJ was oddly quick to pull out her signature pink towel before gently placing it on her shoulders bringing his hands around her to tuck her into it. She chuckled as he spun her around to close it around her. His hands lingered themselves on her shoulders as she stood with her back against him. She felt a shiver down her spine at the feeling of his thumbs brushing over the sown in letters that spelled out the girl's name. Once he had dropped his arms to his sides she was somewhat too nervous to face him, scared that her cheeks would be too red.

"All set, burrito." He said, pushing her away gently in an attempt to play off the intimate moment they just shared hoping to cover it up with a friendly shove. She chuckled nervously watching him walk around the steering wheel to the other side of the boat where John B stood dressed in his full gear. He sent him some motivational words, saluting him.

"Be carefu-" Annabelle told him but was cut off by her own silent gasp watching Kiara walk up to him planting a kiss on his cheek. The group fell silent as the two shared an intimate eye contact lasting several awkward seconds.

"Diver down?" John said, just as stunned as the rest.

"Diver down," Kiara repeated, letting her eyes linger over the boy as nodded a her with a smile.

Annabelle's lips had parted as she stared at the scene. She was confident that Kiara would tell her if she had feelings for the pouge boy but the moment that the two had just shared clearly proved her wrong. Annabelle scoffed, trying to make eye contact with the Carrera girl whose back was facing her. She was forced to tear her gaze from her best friend to John B. as he pulled the mask over his face before jumping down without hesitation.

His head soon appeared on the surface to salute his friends. "Diver down."

Annabelle sent him a concerned smile as the water emerged him, creating a swarm of bubbles. Once he was fully underwater the rest of the group sat back down but Annabelle snatched Kiara close before she had the chance to.

"What the hell was that?" She whisper yelled in her ear.

"What was what?" The brunette tried to sound confused making Annabelle raise her brows.

"Don't act stupid with me, Kiara Carrera." She said. "You just totally kissed John B."

"Actually, I was saying goodbye to my friend who's going down there risking his life." She corrected her with her index finger in the air.

"With a kiss and sexual eye contact." Annabelle huffed.

"Oh, get out." Kiara rolled her eyes.

"No, you get out! I can't believe you have feelings for John B and didn't tell me." Annabelle dissapontinly shook her head.

"Oh, so what about your feelings for JJ." Kiara spat back with a triumphant smile, sassily closing her arms over her chest. Annabelle snatched her gaze up at her with disbelief painted across her face. She wanted to say something back, defend herself against the false accusations but she was cut off by the sight of something in the corner of her eye.

She watched in panic as the small cop's boat approached them. Annabelle tried to sneakily nod toward the boat, signaling to Kiara before she turned around and subtly grabbed JJ's wrist and tiptoed to whisper in his ear.

"Jj. Cops." Her words made the boy turn around and she watched a panic casted itself over his face.

Annabelle let go of his wrist to warn his other friends but they had already seen the boat.

JJ didn't even look at the cops as they sailed over to them as his eyes were permanently plastered on the black-haired gril in front of him.

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