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𝙣𝙖𝙢 𝙟𝙤𝙤𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙠

it was a nice and quiet night, so after swimming practice with my team, i stayed after a little longer.

was i supposed to? probably not.

did i care? probably not,

until some girl with a mop entered my territory.

she was talking to herself about how cruel the world was, and how she was gonna become hella rich and buy this entire school just to burn it down.

i thought she was scary until i heard her scream like a little child after seeing me. it was cute.

but then i thought she was scarier because she fucking threw her mop at me.

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𝙧𝙤𝙝 𝙝𝙮𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖

to be completely honest, i didn't expect to encounter one of those swimmer boys during my trip to hell.

but it seems like i did.

i shrieked so loud that i probably created a tsunami in japan. my killer reflexes kicked in and i chucked the only thing in my hand at that thing.

when my mop smacked him in the face, he let out a "FUCK!" and an "OW!". i tried hard not to laugh, because manners my friend, manners.

i wondered why some dude was hanging around the pool at 1:00 in the morning. was he stalking me or something??

gosh, did he happen to overhear my ultimate plot on me burning down this school? aw shucks, that was supposed to be a surprise!

other than that, i had nothing to worry about other than the fact that this dude's looks were sO FUCKING GODLY AND THAT ALL I DID TO RESPECT THAT WAS THROW A MOP IN HIS FACE.

i mean, he deserved it. maybe he was trying to drown himself? is that what he was trying to do??

my gaze softened. "dude, you have better things to live for." i said.

his glowy and flushed face grew confused. "i have—what??"

"please talk to me if you need my advice. i will pray for you—"

the dude let out a sigh, and rubbed his face. "i was just taking a swim, not trying to kill myself, god."

"oh." i deadpanned.

"and did you really just throw a fucking mop at me??"

"well would you rather i hurl myself at you instead???" i asked.

a smirk slowly grew on the swimmer's expression and i immediately regretted asking the question. "maybe."

"yeah no i don't regret throwing the mop at you anymore." i glared.

"hey! you nearly damaged my handsome face, who would've paid for that??"

"insurance." i said. "now get out, please."

"i don't feel like it." he teased.

"yah, get out and give me my mop." i ordered. "i'm sick of you privileged students taking advantage of your sleep when i get four hours, so gEt the fUcK oUt."

the swimmer stuck out his bottom lip, and grabbed the mop, climbing out of the water.

holy fUck did i stare? i probably stared.

this swimmer boy had a full on six-pack, and longest legs alive, and the most nicely proportioned body i had ever seen. he was glistening due to the water and i literally couldn't stop staring. i'm not surprised, swimmers and swimmers, after all.

"g-god, now i'm going to have to clean up the trail of water you left behind again." i muttered.

he turned around with a small side–smile, still holding the mop, and i expected him to hand the thing to me until he started cleaning up his own trail of water.

it was quite the funny sight to see, because wherever he cleaned, it would be replaced with more water since he was dripping wet. also, the mop was too.

"is the water endless or something??" he asked himself.

i stifled a laugh. "just go. i'll clean it."

"no. i got this. if i can't clean up and make a girl clean it for me than what can i do?" he asked, scrubbing more.

"but i'm literally losing brain cells watching you." i said, grabbing it from him.

the stubborn guy didn't let go, pulling the mop back towards him, and me along with it.

i really should've just drowned myself then and there.

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