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Friday night, pool party—rules are just boring rubbish, right? I’ve fancied Rosie May for ages, never said a word, just teased her nonstop to get her attention. Thought pushing her in would be the funniest joke ever. Laughed my head off… till I saw her thrashing, gasping, panicking bad. Realised she couldn’t swim at all—jumped straight in and hauled her out.
She sat on the edge shaking, coughing, brown wavy hair stuck to her face, makeup all ruined. Her phone slipped out, totally wrecked. Someone handed her a towel while my mates snickered—like she wasn’t just common, same as me, no fancy background.
All the teasing died off fast. I went over, quiet now, and asked if she was okay. She looked up, voice cracking, and gave me this proper hateful glare—one I’d never seen from her before. Hit me hard, way worse than I ever expected.