two jerks.”
“I’ve got it. The loser has to kiss the winners’ feet,” Connor proposes.
“You have got to be kidding! There is no way my mouth is touching your feet. That is disgusting! You probably don’t even wash them well. No way! I refuse." Connor and Blake are both cracking up.
“Abby, I was just joking. Well I am now at least,” he says as he stifles a laugh. “Okay, how about the loser has to carry the winners’ books for a day at school. Think you can handle that Klutzy?”
“You two can carry each other books, I am going to swim my laps and leave,” I say over my shoulder as I swim away in a huff. I don’t want to owe them anything. This swim was suppose to relax me, not stress me out.
“Abby, we were just teasing you. We can just race for fun, okay?" Blake asks sweetly. “Don’t be annoyed with us. We just like to pick on you." I glance back at Blake and Connor, they are both watching me, waiting to see if I still want to race.
“Fine,” I sigh, “Let’s see what you two girly boys can do.” I say before I dive under the ropes in the racing lanes.
“Did you just call us girly boys?” Connor snarls.
“Was there something wrong with your hearing? I can repeat myself if I need to little lady.” I look at Connor when I add that last insult. To call Connor little lady is laughable but insulting him is fun. Blake is laughing so hard he can barely keep from going under.
“Why don’t you come a little closer when you say these remarks, Abby? It’s easy to insult when there is a whole pool protecting you." Connor throws back. I growl at Connor and swim within a couple of feet of him.
I smile sweetly at him as I continue to move closer to him. When I am within reaching distance, I launch myself at him, pushing his head underwater. He was totally unprepared for my attack. He resurfaces coughing and sputtering with a shocked look on his face.
“Man, you showed me, Connor. I was really scared for about half a second." I snicker.
He shoots me an evil smile and swims toward the racing lanes. “I will get revenge when you least expect it, Ab. Just watch out." Blake is leaning back against the side of the pool watching us with a look of disappointment on his face. Oh no. Blake must have watched me teasing Connor and guessed my feelings. It was probably obvious. There will definitely be a conversation about this. Just something else to dread.
“Guys, look at the time. We have been messing around for 30 minutes. I need to hurry and swim some laps. I still have to drop Leah’s work off before I head home to do my own homework. So if we are going to race, let’s do it."
“I can take Leah her homework Abby.”
“No, I wanted to talk to her and see how she is feeling. Thanks anyway."
I swim my laps then drag myself out of the pool. The guys are still racing as I dry off. I wait until they finish. Blake won by an arm length with a woot. I try to smile at him, but he seems to be avoiding my eyes.
“I gotta run guys. This has been fun. See you both at school tomorrow." I turn to leave but Connor stops me.
“Abby?”
“Yeah,” I respond as I gaze at him over my shoulder.
“Remember, when you least expect it, I will get my retribution,” he smirks, then continues doing laps.
I peek at Connor and Blake once more before walking away. My life is a mess.
**********
“Abby, will you help me for a moment, please?” Mom yells from her bedroom. As I enter my parent’s room, I see Mom standing on a chair pulling things out of her closet.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Just take whatever I hand you and put it on the bed." Her arms are loaded with clothing and other forgotten items that were shoved in the top of her closet.
“What are you looking for exactly, Mom?”
“Oh, your father is taking me out to eat for our anniversary on Friday, so I was looking for my blue dress. It wasn’t hanging up, I thought maybe it got pushed to the back of the
“I’ve got it. The loser has to kiss the winners’ feet,” Connor proposes.
“You have got to be kidding! There is no way my mouth is touching your feet. That is disgusting! You probably don’t even wash them well. No way! I refuse." Connor and Blake are both cracking up.
“Abby, I was just joking. Well I am now at least,” he says as he stifles a laugh. “Okay, how about the loser has to carry the winners’ books for a day at school. Think you can handle that Klutzy?”
“You two can carry each other books, I am going to swim my laps and leave,” I say over my shoulder as I swim away in a huff. I don’t want to owe them anything. This swim was suppose to relax me, not stress me out.
“Abby, we were just teasing you. We can just race for fun, okay?" Blake asks sweetly. “Don’t be annoyed with us. We just like to pick on you." I glance back at Blake and Connor, they are both watching me, waiting to see if I still want to race.
“Fine,” I sigh, “Let’s see what you two girly boys can do.” I say before I dive under the ropes in the racing lanes.
“Did you just call us girly boys?” Connor snarls.
“Was there something wrong with your hearing? I can repeat myself if I need to little lady.” I look at Connor when I add that last insult. To call Connor little lady is laughable but insulting him is fun. Blake is laughing so hard he can barely keep from going under.
“Why don’t you come a little closer when you say these remarks, Abby? It’s easy to insult when there is a whole pool protecting you." Connor throws back. I growl at Connor and swim within a couple of feet of him.
I smile sweetly at him as I continue to move closer to him. When I am within reaching distance, I launch myself at him, pushing his head underwater. He was totally unprepared for my attack. He resurfaces coughing and sputtering with a shocked look on his face.
“Man, you showed me, Connor. I was really scared for about half a second." I snicker.
He shoots me an evil smile and swims toward the racing lanes. “I will get revenge when you least expect it, Ab. Just watch out." Blake is leaning back against the side of the pool watching us with a look of disappointment on his face. Oh no. Blake must have watched me teasing Connor and guessed my feelings. It was probably obvious. There will definitely be a conversation about this. Just something else to dread.
“Guys, look at the time. We have been messing around for 30 minutes. I need to hurry and swim some laps. I still have to drop Leah’s work off before I head home to do my own homework. So if we are going to race, let’s do it."
“I can take Leah her homework Abby.”
“No, I wanted to talk to her and see how she is feeling. Thanks anyway."
I swim my laps then drag myself out of the pool. The guys are still racing as I dry off. I wait until they finish. Blake won by an arm length with a woot. I try to smile at him, but he seems to be avoiding my eyes.
“I gotta run guys. This has been fun. See you both at school tomorrow." I turn to leave but Connor stops me.
“Abby?”
“Yeah,” I respond as I gaze at him over my shoulder.
“Remember, when you least expect it, I will get my retribution,” he smirks, then continues doing laps.
I peek at Connor and Blake once more before walking away. My life is a mess.
**********
“Abby, will you help me for a moment, please?” Mom yells from her bedroom. As I enter my parent’s room, I see Mom standing on a chair pulling things out of her closet.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Just take whatever I hand you and put it on the bed." Her arms are loaded with clothing and other forgotten items that were shoved in the top of her closet.
“What are you looking for exactly, Mom?”
“Oh, your father is taking me out to eat for our anniversary on Friday, so I was looking for my blue dress. It wasn’t hanging up, I thought maybe it got pushed to the back of the
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