I watched him go back and forth in the pool like the kiss never happened. Like it wasn't the greatest kiss ever between two people. Maybe it wasn't for him. But it was for me. And then he ended it, just like that.
"Who's in there?" I hear Brandon's voice echoing in the room. "Dominic?"
Dominic stops swimming. "Hey, Brandon."
Brandon saunters over to the edge of the pool, staring down at me. "Ohio, what are you doing here?"
I can't stand Brandon. Since the day we met, he insists on calling me Ohio, despite the fact that he knows my real name. He's also rude, disgusting and almost always drunk. And he wears this woodsy-smelling cologne that makes me want to gag.
Today is the first day I've seen Brandon sober. I thought maybe he wouldn't be such an ass if he wasn't drunk, but that was wish……
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