11) The Poptarts

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Lena
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"Issac!" I shrieked after breathing in air. "I hate you!"

He laughed swimming away from me.

"I could have had a heart attack!"

"You're exaggerating." He laughed. "Admit it, you have always wanted to cliff dive."

"Yeah, not get freaking tackled." We got out the water and climbed back up to the car.

"Well, I'm sorry then." He flashed me his sad eyes.

"Ugh it's fine, it was sort of cool." He then grinned.

"Here." He tossed some dry sweats and a towel at me.

"Why do you have clothes in your trunk?"

"I have a gym bag here for when I want to go from a random place."

"Cool." I pulled his hoodie off, which was now cold, and tossed it to him.

Then I started to dry myself up before pulling on his sweats.

"Here." He tossed me a long sleeve shirt.

"Really? Is your whole closet there?" I laughed.

He rolled his eyes taking off his tux.

"You should dry clean that." I chuckled.

"You think?" He sarcastically remarked.

"Yes I do!" I chuckled.

He smiled before unbuttoning his shirt. Ugh Lena stop eye raping him.

Soon he was shirtless and I was staring.

He glanced at me. "See something you like?"

"Your abs." I mumble. Goddammit! I have to stop speaking aloud.

I blush as he raises an eyebrow.

"I should hang out with you more often, you boost my confidence."

I snorted. "More like your ego."

"Ha ha." He mocks.

I cross my arms try to heat myself up.

"Oh your cold." He walked up to me and hugged me rubbing my arms.

"Thanks." I mumble. Don't think about your face being pressed to his chest. God he smells good. STOP SNIFFING!

"Thanks." I smile. He nods and continues to change. Once he goes for his pants I turn around and get in the car hearing him chuckle behind me.

After a while he hops in wearing some shorts and a baseball tee. God damn it's like he's trying to make me fawn over him! Baseball tees are my weakness!

He smiled at me. "Want to stop somewhere and get some food?" I nodded. "Cool."

He drove off towards in and out.

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