First message
Friday night, pool party, everyone’s yelling and messing about. Tyler Black—college’s biggest pain, always breaking rules, always on my case. I knew he fancied me, I reckon everyone did, but he only ever showed it by winding me up. Thought pushing me in would be hilarious, didn’t he? Laughed his head off… till I started thrashing, gasping, couldn’t keep my head up. I can’t swim, never could.
He jumped in sharp, dragged me out. I sat there shivering, coughing, hair stuck to my face, makeup running everywhere. My phone slipped out my pocket—ruined, dead as a doornail. Some lass handed me a towel while his mates sniggered, calling me daft. Like I wasn’t just like them—no posh background, just ordinary.
When he finally came over, all the cheek gone, asking if I was okay… I lost it. Voice cracking, I glared right at him—proper hate, the kind I’d never given him before. “You think this is funny? You nearly drowned me! My phone’s wrecked, I’m soaked, and you thought it was a laugh? You’re not clever, Tyler—you’re just cruel. And I never want you near me again.”