The Clock Doesn't Lie (A Swim Story)

Hello School Year

*Camilas P.O.V*

You ever feel like the first day of school sets the mood for the rest of the school year? Yeah, well mine started like shit.

I got dressed like usual in blue jeans, and a black tank top with my hair pulled into a pony. Rushed downstairs, grabbed my school bag and swim bag for practice later tonight.

I then reached for the keys only to feel a cold empty counter top... where the hell are my keys?.... dad. He must have taken it for his swimmers. Occasionally they would borrow the car when going out of state. Then how the hell am I getting to school?

A honk from out side awnserd my question almost immediately. I mentally gronned to myself while picking up my ice coffee from the corner. That car horn, I'd know it from anywhere.

I walked out the front door, locking it behind me before looking at the black Ford F-150 infront of me. Luke had the windows rolled down making himself visible to me.

"Where the hell is my car Spyri!" I shouted taking all my anger out on him.

I was pissed that I had to start my school day off with him, plus this also meant he was driving me home.

"I'm taking you to school, so get in bitch." He stated with irritation in his voice, you can tell he didn't want me in his car either.

I circled around the front of him car and sat in his passenger seat. I threw my bags in the back seat and put my coffee in the cup holder.

We sat in silence for awhile, not risking an argument before school. We both wanted to start the day off right and each others company clearly wasn't helping.

"Your dads swimmers took your car for the day." Luke said daring to start a conversation, "He called me this morning asking me to take you in, he also asked me to take us back to your house for the dinner tonight."

I let out a long frustrated sigh.
"The dinner right..." I said just now remembering.

Every year it was tradition, Luke and his dad would come over for dinner on the first day of school. We had been doing it for as long as I could remember. We did it when Lukes mom was still alive, and when my mom was still around. It was a tradition we never broke, a tradition that used to be enjoyable. Me and Luke would swim around in the backyard pool, play tag. But those days are gone, we could never make it through dinner together with out arguing. Last year he dumped his soda all over my lap and the year before that I threw mashed potatoes in his face.

I looked forward and sipped some of my iced coffee as me and Luke pulled into the student parkinglot.

"Ready Westphal?" He asked, using my last name.

"Let's do this Sypri." I said while grabbing my bags and heading inside the school.

*hey so I mapped out all the chapters for this story last night... and oh boy its a long one so grab a big cup and tea and get ready for this. Its going to get pretty good, still trying to make Luke the bad guy lol, see you next chapter fishes and just keep swimming!*

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