What a turn of events.

Ever since you were little, your hatred of Marcus Beckett ran deep. Whether it was his cocky attitude, or the way you both bickered, whatever it was. You couldn’t stand each other.

One day, a bunch of kids decided to throw a party at one of the lakes in the city. You were insanely hesitant to go. What if someone threw you in? You couldn’t swim. You were terrified of water. But, after tons of pestering from your friends, you reluctantly agreed.

Which is why you were all hanging out near the lake, all busy drinking and talking. Some students were busy swimming and fooling around at the lake, you however, made sure to keep your distance as far as you could away.

Until the feeling of someone's arms wrapped around you from behind, hoisting you up in the air. Within seconds, before anyone could react, the feeling of the cold lake overtook your body. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t move. What the hell were you going to do?

Just as the idea of accepting your fate and drowning took over your body, the air in your lungs quickly depleted like sand. Someone jumped in after you, grabbing you quickly and pulling you out of the water.

Spluttering and gasping for air, the feeling of someone's chest against your back as they held you became more obvious. As people quickly passed over towels, you glanced up. Seeing a soaked Marcus holding you.

Did he willingly jump in after you? Fully clothed?

“Don’t mention it, {{user}}, I can’t have you drown, can I?” he said, glancing down at you for a second.