Sabotaging My Walkout Queen

Chapter 35: Drooling On Him

Athena’s P.O.V.

“How dare you?” I growled as I pushed him back to the pool.

That was when I remembered that he was one of the best swimming athletes in the school. I haven’t

watched any swimming competition in St. Augustine’s Academy yet, I had only seen his face on some

posters.

I held my forehead out of disgust. I guessed I no longer felt any headache caused by my fever—but a

different headache because of extreme stupidity! The thought of him getting drowned still lingered on

my mind. I didn’t even know what to do a while ago. I worried so much about him, then… I would have

found out later that he was only acting and pretending?

Shit! You’re so stupid, Athena. How did you let yourself be fooled by someone like him?

This time, he was laughing while swimming in the water—too blissful of someone’s humiliation. He was

even doing different kinds of strokes such as butterfly, front crawl, and backstrokes just to catch my

attention. I must say that whatever he does involve rhythmic and coordinated movements of all his

major body parts.

Damn you, Cristoff! Enjoy that happiness… because I won’t let this day pass without getting even!

“Helena, I’m sorry! Was it my fault if you worried too much about me to the point that you forgot that I’m

a swimmer? Almost all swimming posters at school have my face!” He smiled at me foolishly. He was

saying sorry, but he was clearly mocking me.

I stomped off my feet because, for the umpteenth time, he pushed me towards my limit. “The hell I care

if you are a swimmer! Should I know about it?” I lied while yelling at him.

Then, I hoarsely continued. “And why do you have to pretend that you can’t even swim? Why do you

have to act that you’re totally drowning? Of course, I will save you. You’re here in our mansion, and we

would be the ones in charge of anything that will happen to you! You know that I have a fever, but what

did you do? You made me jump to the pool!”

“I didn’t ask you to jump, Helena… it was your own decision. Now I know that you wouldn’t want me to

die, I like that! But if you would be the one to do me a CPR whenever things like this happened, I would

love to get drowned over and over again!” I knew my cheeks went red when he said that, but I chose to

ignore him. I felt so cold and ended up squeezing my wet clothes.

After a few minutes, he climbed to the side of the pool. He took off his uniform as well as his inner T-

shirt. I could now see that he was half-naked as droplets of water continued dripping all over his body,

and I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. I must admit, my focus to wring my wet clothes suddenly left

me.

In fairness for a sixteen-year-old guy—he was already having some firm muscles and six-pack abs.

Though his body was not yet fully enhanced, I must admit that he was quite a head-turner and once

you saw him, you wouldn’t even believe that he was only sixteen. Did his ex-girlfriend realize this? And

when he jerked his head to brush his hair up, it felt like everything abruptly moved in slow motion

until…

“Enjoying the view?” he asked that suddenly made me aware of what was going on. I then blinked a

few times.

Shit! Did I just drool on him? No. He’s my rival, and I always hated his guts!

“You wish! Your overconfidence will do you no good, Cristoff. Enjoy the pool because you have to clean

that later. I’ll go ahead because I need to dry myself. If my fever gets worst, it is all your fault… stupid!”

Then, I rushed inside our mansion and went up to my bedroom. I needed to escape my flushing cheeks

from him as fast as I could. Who knows, his ego could grow even bigger if he would know that my eyes

were stuck at him like glue moments ago.

When I entered my room and closed the door behind me, I didn’t know why, but I found myself smiling

while reminiscing all the things that happened today. I even placed my fingers on my lips while feeling

the incredible sound of my heartbeats. The sensation was tingling my innermost veins, and I just

couldn’t get away with it.

It feels good. Of course, not the kiss. Actually, it wasn’t even a kiss. It was only CPR. What I mean is, it

feels good to be with him!

Wait, what did I say? What is wrong with me? I poked my forehead. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I held my chest as I was feeling something inside me that I couldn’t totally explain. Racing pulses made

me light-headed that I couldn’t think straight anymore. It was as if my mind was floating around while

my heart was beating so fast. This feeling was so foreign to me, and I guessed I didn’t know how to

deal with this one.

Am I falling in love?