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Chapter Two
It was already 3 o’clock in the afternoon. I was in a baggy t-shirt and shorts with my bikini underneath, waiting by the school’s poolside for the swim team to appear. My hair was still in its ponytail. I felt dumb wearing my bikini. I knew that competitive swimmers didn’t wear bikinis, they wore one piece suits. But I had no one piece suits. My uncle told me to wear whatever suit I had, the coach wouldn’t mind. As long as I showed up.
I was drawing patterns in the water with my right toe when I felt someone approach me from behind. I turned around and saw a tan guy in blue swimming trunks. A really hot guy. He had tousled blue black hair, navy eyes, a strong, nicely-shaped jaw and he was tall and muscular. He wasn’t like the football players who were way too muscled or one of those skinny guy types either. Still, he had abs. And did I mention he was seriously smokin’ hot?
“Hey, ‘sup?” he asked me, smiling.
I got up and smiled back. “Hey.”
I never had trouble talking to people. Even hot guys like him. He’s hot all right, but he’s also just a normal human being. Just that he was blessed with good looks.
“Don’t mean to be rude, but who’re you?” the guy asked me tilting his neck slightly downwards to look at me. “And why’re you here?”
“I’m Hera. Hera Wolfe. I’m here to be on the swim team,” I answered.
Apparently he found that a little hilarious. “That’s funny. You don’t look like you swim at all. You don’t look very athletic. You look so feminine and your skin looks as if you never went out into the sun at all. You look more like the cheerleader type.”
Apparently, he on the other hand, had no trouble speaking out his thoughts.
I huffed. “I don’t swim. And I do sports all right? I do track and field sports. I think being a cheerleader is overrated. I never asked God to make me a freakin’ blonde or to give me skin which won’t darken no matter how darned long I’m under the sun.”
“Seriously?” he gave me a skeptical look. Ugh, now I kinda hate him. At least he didn’t say I look like the good girl-type who ran for class president which most people thought I looked like.
“Your hair looks too bright to be natural,” he told me.
I rolled my eyes. “I told you, I never asked for my hair! It’s natural! Do you want me to pull out one to show you my roots?”
Without waiting for an answer, I plucked out a strand of my hair without flinching and showed it to him.
“See?”
He leaned in to take a closer look. And squinted his eyes.
“All right, I believe you.”
“Thank you.”
“But still, you’re too fair to be athletic. I never heard of people whose skin won’t darken no matter what. Does that mean you can’t get sun burnt? And that you don’t need sunscreen?”
I took a deep breath. Okay, I might be a little strange. But aren’t I a strange person?
“I won’t say I’m super athletic and I love sports, but I will say that I do, do sports. I have no idea why my skin is strange as it is. And I still do use sunscreen because after staying under the sun, my skin will turn red and hurt for a while. The next day, it returns back to normal. Anything else?”
This guy didn’t even introduce himself and he’s asking me so many questions.
He blinked a few times and studied me closely. “Prove it.”
“Huh?”
“Prove that you do, do sports. If you do sports, you should have at least some muscles.” He flashed a grin at me.
“Are you asking me to strip for you?” I asked him sarcastically.
“No, you should at least have some muscles in your biceps right? Or your calves?”
Huh, easy for him to say. It wasn’t easy for me to develop extra muscles in my upper arm or calf areas. The only area which I seem to develop extra muscle was in my abdomen. One of my girlfriends who is a hardcore volleyball player told me that I was lucky. She told me that she hated her muscular biceps and calves. They made her look so manly.
“You’re so lucky Herr, your arms and calves don’t get flabby or too muscular either!” my friend had said. “I have to keep fit in order to not let them get too flabby. But then, the muscles become too large, and then I have to go muscle shaving! It’s tedious!”
I was a little curious about what she meant by muscle shaving but I figured it was none of my business.
“I have no visible muscles there, sorry.”
“Meaning?”
“Okay, aside from having weird looking hair, freaky skin, I can’t seem to develop visible muscles in those two areas.”
“So meaning you have no visible muscles?”
I hesitated. I didn’t want to be such a slut and show him my abdomen. It might be discriminating.
“Well, I do…but they’re on my ya know, my abdomen?” I said hesitantly.
He didn’t look at all bothered. “All right, that’s fine. “
I hesitantly lifted up my shirt just until above my belly button and showed him half of my femininely sculpted abs. The guy didn’t come very close to look. He must sense that I feel insecure showing him my stomach. He looked at it for a few seconds.
“All right, that’s enough proof. Nice abs by the way,” he flashed me another one of his grins.
I dropped my shirt. “Thanks.”
I thought he had way nicer ones. I mean, it’s not, like, they make me look super hot. They totally made him look hotter than he already is.
“Sorry to intrude your privacy like this,” he said apologetically. “But it’s weird that someone like you is being put on the swim team. You told me that you don’t even swim. I have to be honest with you. You look like a…”
I waited for an answer. “Yep? A Barbie?”
He shook his head laughing. “No, I was going to say you look like one of those angels or goddesses in paintings.”
I flushed a little. “Thanks,” I said again.
He led me to the bleachers by the poolside and we sat down. I snuck a glance at my watch. 3. 15. I’ve been talking to him for about fifteen minutes. Practice started around three thirty.
“Are you part of the swim team?” I asked.
“Yup. My name’s Ashton Taylor. Nice ta meet you!”
I looked at him in surprise, “You have the same first name as my-“
“Yeah, the principal.”
Oops, I was gonna say ‘my uncle ash’. I didn’t really want people to know I was related to him. Not cause I’m embarrassed, cause maybe they’d think that my uncle favors me or something.
“Well you have the same surname,” Ashton said.
I lied without batting an eye. “Yup. Small world, huh?”
I pretended to be interested in a lock of my hair.
“So… why’re you here anyway? You told me you didn’t swim,” Ashton said.
“Well, do you know about the rat thing in the cafeteria today?”
“Yeah, I wasn’t there. But one of my buddies told me about it. They said it was hilarious.”
Oh really? Yeah right. My mind flashed back to when I was watching all the students, guy or girl, were frantic and clamoring onto the tables. And it was only six rats for goodness sake.
“Hmm… I was the one who did it.” I confessed.
“Seriously? Man, that’s so awesome. How’d you have the guts to do it? You surprise me even more. What’s next? You’re the president’s daughter?” Ashton laughed.
“Well, I was just planning to let them go back to their nests quietly. Somehow, I think they got really afraid and started going berserk and ran around the cafeteria. I never meant for it to turn out the way it did. Honest.”
“It’s okay. I believe what you say. And also, I’ll keep the secret that it was you. So, what does that incident have got to do with you joining the team?”
“The principal thought that I lacked discipline or proper common sense. He thinks by banishing me from the debate team and Arts club into the activities I detest most, I’d be more disciplined,” I said, wrinkling my nose.
“Huh, interesting. So, even though you look like an angel, you’re like a trouble maker?”
“I wouldn’t say that. I was doing what I thought was right.”
“Sure,” instead of a smile or grin, he was giving me a teasing smirk.
“Hey Ash!” I heard an unfamiliar voice call from across the pool.
Both me and Ashton looked up and saw a group emerging from the pool entrance. They were all dressed in baggy t-shirts and shorts. Leading the group, I saw a young woman, probably in her late twenties, with a whistle around her neck, wearing track pants and a white t-shirt with the caption ‘ I’M NOT PROUD, I JUST HAVE DIGNITY’, with her chestnut hair done up in a ponytail.
Ah, that was probably the coach.
I leapt of the bleachers and Ashton followed suit behind me.
“C’mon,” Ashton beckoned me to follow him towards the group.
I came face to face with the members of the swim team. They looked so intimidating. I heard from my uncle that they were all juniors and seniors.
“Who’s this? Your sister?” a girl with short, straight red hair asked. She had sparkling green eyes and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose.
“That’d be weird Jenny, they both look so different. Ash’s a brunette and well, she’s blonde,” a tall, broad-shouldered guy with spiky, strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes said. He gave me a secretive wink. I was a little surprised. I didn’t even know him.
“Well, well, who do we have here?” the coach stepped forward to stand in front of me. “Hera Wolfe?”
I grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, that’s me.”
I swore I heard one of the girls give a small gasp.
“I’m Coach Nancy Grey. Nice to meet you. Welcome to the team,” she smiled warmly and held out her right hand.
“Yeah, nice to meet you too,” I said back, shaking her hand. Her hand had a nice, firm grip.
“Well, these are your teammates,” she gestured towards the others.
“That’s Faith Randall.” The coach pointed to a tall girl with straight dark brown hair which was a little past her shoulders and hazel eyes. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.
“And that’s Warner Foxx.” She pointed to a muscular guy with caramel colored buzz cut and green eyes. He held up his hand in greeting, I nodded at him.
“He’s Zachariah Ray.” Coach Nancy pointed at the strawberry blonde guy who winked at me just now. He grinned at me.
“This is Jenny Parker.” She pointed to the red haired girl who asked Ashton if I was his sister. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes clearly showed hostility. I made an effort to give her a smile.
“That’s Rebecca Sears.” She gestured towards a girl with reddish brown hair and green eyes. She smiled perkily at me. Sears. That sounded a little familiar. Rebecca sure looked familiar too.
“And last but not least, your captain, Ashton Taylor. I presume you’ve met him?” Coach asked.
I nodded. “Uh-huh”
All in all I had six teammates, not counting me or coach.
“Well guys, this is Hera Wolfe. She has been put on the team due to some unforeseen circumstances. Therefore, from today onwards, she’ll be your new teammate. Work hard and please cooperate with her,” Coach Nancy introduced me.
“Hey. Sorry to intrude on your team. Sorry if I should suck or do anything to drag you down. I’m not exactly the best swimmer on earth,” Hera said a little apologetically.
“Nah, it’s all right,” Zachariah said. “Pretty girls are very welcome.”
“All right guys go prepare yourselves, practice starts in ten minutes,” the coach ordered.
The team advanced towards the bleachers to put down their belongings. I lagged a little behind and Ashton noticed this.
“What’s up Herr?” he asked.
“Herr?”
He shrugged and grinned. “Can’t I call you that?”
“No, it’s fine.”
“So, what’s wrong?”
I sighed. “I don’t know if you noticed it or not, but I’m not exactly wearing a suit that’s suitable for competitive swimming.”
“You mean you’re wearing a two-piece?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Don’t you have any one piece suits?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I told you, I don’t really like swimming. I was only told today that I was to be on the team.”
“Well, that sucks. Why don’t you go ask coach? She’s over there with the others.”
“Yeah, okay.”
I followed Ashton towards the others. Swimming captain huh?
“Hey coach, Herr said that she’s not wearing a one piece,” Ashton said quietly to the coach so as not to embarrass me in front of the others who were taking off their shorts and shirts.
“I know. The principal told me already. That’s okay Hera. Uhh, I need to ask you something… would you mind? Ashton?” Nancy gave Ashton a pointed look.
“Sure,” he walked off towards his buddies.
“So Hera, are you wearing a string bikini?” Nancy asked quietly.
I shook my head. “No, I chose one that I thought was most suitable. I’m almost wearing something like a one piece, except the middle part is missing.”
“That’s all right. But I expect you to get a one piece as soon as possible all right?”
“Okay.”
“Good. Go get yourself ready.”
I nodded at walked towards the girls of the team.
“Umm… mind if I put my stuff here?” I asked a little cautiously.
The perky and energetic one, Rebecca Sears gave me a friendly smile, “No, we don’t mind. Welcome to the team! By the way, do you know my brother?”
I cocked my head to one side. “Your brother?”
“You know, Ruben Sears? He looks exactly like me. Except he’s a guy, a little taller and his hair is short and spiky.”
I thought hard. “No, sorry.”
“Seriously? But I swear that I heard from his friends that a girl named Hera Wolfe rejected him. And I’m sure no one else has a unique name like yours in this school.”
Ruben. Ruben. Ruben. I thought hard again. Did I reject a guy named Ruben? Suddenly I remembered. It was a month ago; I had been busy, going back and forth from the art supply room to the art room I which I was doing my current work in. That time, I was busy making a life-sized model of Uncle Ash.
I remember carrying a huge pile of old newspapers and crashing into someone when I almost reached the art room. I remember apologizing profusely and thanking the guy who I crashed into for helping me pick up the newspapers. That guy had been fairly tall; he had reddish brown hair and green eyes. I remembered him by the onyx stud in his left ear.
“That was your brother? The tall one with an onyx stud in his left ear?” I asked.
Rebecca nodded excitedly. “Yeah, that’s him. Is it true you rejected him?”
I thought again. I remember him saying that he liked short people and asking me if I wanted to go to a concert with him. I was a bit dizzy from all the noise around us and I had just told him sorry and I was busy. Then I got up and went back to the art room for peace and serenity.
“I’m not sure really. He asked me out?” I asked, giving her a confused look. “I just told him I was too busy because I was busy working on a project.”
Rebecca laughed delightedly. “Exactly! That was you wasn’t it? Ruben’s my twin brother and a lot of girls in his class think he’s so hot. That made him really egoistic and vain. Getting rejected by you, a sophomore had been a first for him and you definitely crushed his ego! I salute you!”
She suddenly bounded towards me and enveloped me into a crushing bear hug. “You’re just so adorable!”
“Quiet down Beck, don’t get overexcited. You might suffocate her,” Faith said, an amused look on her face.
“Can’t you hurry up? Practice is gonna start soon,” Jenny said loudly. She gave me an annoyed look and brushed past us, towards the edge of the pool.
I blinked. Was it just me or does she hate me? I looked at her back, confused.
“Did I do something wrong?” I asked Rebecca.
She smirked. “Not really. Well, maybe in her case, you did. Jenny is like, totally gaga over Ashton. I mean, seriously, have you ever seen someone as hot as Ashton?”
Yup, I definitely never saw someone as hot as him all right. I glanced over where the boys were laughing loudly about something. When he laughed, Ashton’s eyes seemed to sparkle, the corners of his eyes crinkling.
“Anyways,” she continued. “When Jen saw you and Ashton, she got really pissed.”
“Why?”
“Because, I’m not sure if you noticed it or not, but you guys were sitting like, real close,” Faith told me.
Really? I never noticed. We were talking too much.
“So Jenny thinks I’m stealing Ashton away from her?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing together.
“Exactly. Well, Ashton doesn’t even belong to her. He doesn’t seem to be very interested in girls somehow. Pity huh?” Rebecca said.
She let go of me so I could take off my t-shirt and shorts. I slipped out of my shorts, deep in thought. There was no reason for Jenny to hate me. I mean, she’s pretty. I wouldn’t say model pretty but prettier than me at least. And I was just a sophomore. She shouldn’t feel worried that I’d steal Ashton away from her. I mean, as soon as I laid my eyes on him, I had a feeling, no matter how much I fall for him, he’s really unattainable.
I folded my shorts and placed them on top of my bag. I proceeded to slipping my shirt over my head. And I folded that too.
“Hera!” I heard Rebecca squealing.
“Yeah?”
“You’re wearing a two piece! You have a great body!”
“Gee, I don’t think I do. But thanks Rebecca.”
It was weird. My body matured really quickly, but my progress in growth of height was painfully slow. At the age of twelve, I was already fully developed. I thought it made me look really fat. That’s why I doubled my effort in my track and field sports.
“No! You have really great abs! Even nicer than Faith’s! No offence girlfriend,” she added to Faith.
“None taken.” She assured her friend. “But really Hera, you’re curvy, but you have them at just the right places. How do you control that?”
The two of them looked at me incredulously as if I was an alien whom they’ve never seen before in their entire life. Is today really the most unfortunate day of the year for me? First, I get banned from my own choice of clubs, next, I get assigned to activities I hate most and finally, it’s as if everyone chose today to say various things about my body.
I wasn’t sure what to take as a compliment or an insult anymore.
“I don’t know,” I told Faith. “It’s all natural I guess. I’ve been on track and field sports for as long as I can remember.”
“Faith! Rebecca! We’re starting!” we heard Jenny yelling.
She left my name out. No matter. I didn’t really want to be on the team anyway.
“Eeps! Let’s hang out later all right? I have tons to ask you!” Rebecca said. She grasped Faith’s and my hands and towed us along with her to the pool where the team was gathered around Nancy. I felt the others staring at me.
“Stop staring,” Nancy said. “It’s rude. Hera can’t help it. She’s not much of a swimmer and she was told last minute that she was on the team. Don’t make her feel uncomfortable.”
“Nice ass,” I heard Zachariah whisper to Warner who nodded his head. Jenny was giving me a hateful glare. I ignored them.
Ashton caught my eye and gave me a sympathetic look.
“It’s all right!” he mouthed.
I nodded slightly.
“All right, pay attention to me! Warner, Zack, Jen, Beck and Faith, the five of you, do ten laps across the pool. Five breaststroke, five butterflies. Ashton and Hera, stay here,” the five of them departed to complete their orders.
“All right you two, come closer.”
Ashton and I moved closer to Nancy.
“So Hera, how fast do you swim?” she asked.
“As fast as a snail on land,” I declared. I heard Ashton stifling his laughter. Jerk.
“We’ll see about that. Come here you two,” she led us towards the starting end of the pool.
“Stand up there,” she pointed to a mini platform. I looked over to where the others were diving off other similar mini platforms into the pool. I stepped up.
“All right, bend down, the tips of your fingers touching your toes and your chin tucked in between your knees. That’s how you prepare to dive.”
I followed her instructions.
“Okay, that’s good,” I heard her voice say. “Ashton .”
I didn’t hear anything for a while but the splashing of the others swimming on the right side of the pool. I was about to stand up again to see what had happened when suddenly, I felt two strong warm hands which sent tingles up and down my spine, touching my back and forcing me forwards.
I plunged head first into the ice-cold pool. Ashton had pushed me off. I cleared my head of angry thoughts when I suddenly realized how deep the pool was. Suddenly, I couldn’t see the floor of the pool anymore. Everything looked dark and endless. Like a hole, ready to swallow me in. I was terrified. I was going to drown. Instinctively, the training from ten years ago kicked in and I kicked my legs. Hard.
I swam and swam and swam. No other thoughts but swimming as fast as I can before I could drown. The chlorine from the pool burned into my eyes but I didn’t care. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my right hand touched a wall, and I reached up, groped around and held onto a ledge.
I brought my head up, panting. I didn’t care that my arms were aching from all the strain. I forcefully hoisted myself up, out of the pool. I needed to get out. And fast. After I made sure I was at least ten centimeters away from the edge of the pool, I took a deep breath and calmed myself down.
I reached up backwards to my ponytail and wrung the water out of it. Loose curly tendrils had escaped from my formerly dry and neat ponytail and were framing my wet and if it were possible, much whiter face. I looked towards the left and saw Nancy and Ashton jogging towards me, astonished look on their faces. Nancy was holding a stopwatch. Ugh, probably to tell me that they were so surprised that someone who can swim that slow actually existed.
As they reached me, I glared at Ashton.
“I could’ve drowned,” I said icily.
“But it was worth it!” Ashton said, with an excited look on his face. I can’t believe that this extremely uber hot guy almost pushed me to my death.
“Why? Cause you got a chance to see the slowest person in the world swim?”
“Not that. Ashton’s the fastest swimmer for the hundred meter events. He usually clears it in about thirty-seven seconds. You, on the other hand, cleared it in thirty seconds!” Nancy said. Her excited face looked like that of a kid’s on Christmas Day.
“I don’t believe you. I swear that I took at least five minutes for that swim.”
“No. Really Herr, you did it much faster than I usually do. Even on my best days,” Ashton had an earnest look on his face.
“Dude! She’s like a freakin’ fish!” I heard Zachariah holler towards us. “The chick actually beat Ash’s time! That’s, like, incredible!”
“Good job Hera!” I heard Rebecca and Faith call over.
“Back to your strokes! I know you’re not done yet!” Nancy ordered.
“Yes coach!” they chorused.
Wow. Beginner’s luck huh? Anyway…
“I could’ve drowned,” I said stubbornly. I didn’t freaking care if I swam faster than the star of the swim team. I didn’t care if they thought it was incredible. I wanted justice.
“But if we just told you to dive off yourself, you’d probably not do your best,” Nancy said. “The principal told us that it was the best way to start you off and let us see your true potential.”
I was gonna get Uncle Ash later. See if I don’t.
“It might be beginner’s luck,” I answered.
“Wanna race?” Ashton suggested. Without waiting for my answer, he pulled up onto my feet and led me back to the starting point.
“Listen,” Ashton said, as we got onto our own respective starting points. “If you win, I’ll treat you. But if I win, you have to treat me and do your best in the swim team.”
“Hey! That’s not fair!” I protested. But Ashton was already pulling on his goggles. He threw me a pair. He flashed me another one of his heart-melting grins.
“All right. On the count of three and the blow of the whistle, the race starts!” Nancy called out.
I pulled on the goggles and secured them properly around my eyes. I got into a diving position. I didn’t want to admit it, but I wanted to kick Ashton’s ass.
“One, two….” Immediately at the blow of Nancy’s whistle, I dived off into the pool, this time, taking care not to breathe in any water.
I started kicking my legs hard and pushing myself forward with my arms in freestyle. One, two, one, two. Before I knew it, I felt the familiar cold wall and felt upwards for the ledge. I poked my head out of the water and looked backwards. Sure enough, Ashton was still a few stone throws away, swimming towards me.
Whoa. I caught myself off-guard there. I could swim. Fast. What’s going to happen next? I find that I’ve turned into a mermaid?
A few seconds later, Ashton reached the edge of the swimming pool and hoisted himself up. I was already sitting on the edge of the pool.
“So,” he said, between pants. “Do you like ice cream?”
So he was indeed a man of his word. Nancy jogged up towards us.
“Nice one, Hera. Not bad too, Ash. But you might want to work on your arm strokes more, Hera,” Nancy said.
“All right, you two go take a break. The real practice will start in a few minutes as soon as the others are done.”
I got up and advanced towards my bag and took out my towel. I patted my face dry and returned the goggles to Ashton who was sitting beside me.
“Keep those. They’re yours now. So, I thought you didn’t swim?”
“I don’t. Honest. I had no idea I could swim that fast,” I confessed. I fiddled with the strap of the goggles. ‘Ashton Taylor’ was written in black, small handwriting on the inside of it. Probably permanent waterproof ink.
“Wow, you’re good,” Ashton said, good-naturedly.
I muttered thanks, a bit shy.
“Well, I had no idea you were captain. How long have you been swimming?” I asked
He seemed to ponder my question for a while. “Well, I’ve been swimming since I was in fifth grade. I guess it was kind of a hobby. I was made captain of the team last year when the previous captain graduated.”
“Gee, belated congratulations,” I said.
“Thanks. So, what do you think of the Tropical Snow?” he asked.
Tropical Snow was a café that mainly specialized in fruit based sorbets, ice cream, yogurts and the works. Perfect. I’ve been going there every Saturday afternoon since I was old enough to go around town on my own.
“Sure. That sounds great,” I answered.
“Cool. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at four after school. Where do you live?” he asked.
I took out a piece of paper from my memo pad and wrote down my address. I handed it to him. Ashton took it and read it. A look of realization dawned upon his face.
“You seriously live in that huge house?” he asked, awed.
I thought about it. My house wasn’t exactly huge. My mom just went overboard when she was designing it. She’s an architect. My house spanned around three stories, not counting the extra floor underground. There was a pool out back and a greenhouse on the front. All that still left plenty of space to park three cars, a Japanese-style koi pond, complete with a bridge overhead and a patio which my mom used for having garden parties.
“It’s not huge. Just slightly big,” I said.
Ashton scoffed. “Really. Your house is huge. All this time, me and my buds thought some old, bizarre millionaire lived there.”
“Do I look like an old, bizarre millionaire?” I asked, innocently.
“No. So, who do you live with?” Ashton asked.
“Me, my parents and my uncle. Just the four of us. I have no siblings,” I said.
“Oh… but your house isn’t based on one kind of design huh?” Ashton asked.
“My mom wants it to be unique,” I explained. “She’s an architect.”
“Ah.” Ashton nodded with understanding. “I understand you. My mom’s an interior designer.”
“So your mom designs your home interiors?” I asked.
“Yeah. She doesn’t just let our house have the same design permanently. She’s always changing the designs. She says it’s practice for her job,” Ashton said. “Your mom’s a huge gardening fan? That’s one huge greenhouse”
I shook my head. “No. My dad has his own organic health industry. You’ve probably seen the commercials on TV. It’s called ‘Wolfe for Health’. The greenhouse is for him to grow his organic vegetables and fruits.”
“Man. Your dad owns that company? Now I’m convinced that you’re a millionaire. My mom loves your dad’s diet program. She’s a worshiper,” Ashton said, laughing.
“I’ll pass that on to my dad,” I said.
“Hera! Ashton! Time for practice!” we heard Nancy call to us.
“Looks like practice time,” Ashton said. “C’mon, let’s go.”
I nodded. I followed him towards the team and for the rest of the afternoon; I spent my time perfecting my freestyle and backstroke. Throwing the occasional glance at Ashton.
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