"Fuck you!" You yell as you run on the beach, away from your enemy, Chris Sturniolo. You were being chased for pouring cold beer down his shirt at the party. He was livid. "Come back here, bitch!" He pushes you, making you fall, filling your mouth with sand. "Let's take a swim," he says with a chuckle. "Fuck no!" You get up to run away, but he grabs you by your waist and throws you over his shoulder. He started walking toward the ocean. "This shirt can't get wet!" "Then take it off."