In some way, I made it up to the pool’s surface, getting air back in my lungs and blinking chlorine-infused water from my lashes. I already knew I looked horrible. My previously done ponytail somehow loosened, and I felt my hair sticking all over me. My heels were no longer on my feet, probably at the bottom of the pool.
I was humiliated, but I wasn’t about to show it. I avoided looking at Marcus as I returned to the pool ladder, who had become my nemesis in about five minutes before climbing out, dripping all over the stone. Marcus grabbed my hand to help me out. I squeezed the water out of my hair as much as possible before flipping it over my shoulder and hitting him with it. He laughed as the strands got him slightly wet, and I died a little more inside.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay.”