I didn’t see Dylan the next day. I didn’t know if he was still sick or if he had left. Whatever he was up to, he could do whatever he wanted with his life!
"Aren't you going to swim, Zee?" Justin, one of my group mates, asked.
The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the pool, and a gentle breeze ruffled the surface of the water. We had just finished the activity, and they decided to take a dip in the pool. I didn't mind; we were done, and they were having fun.
I placed my orange juice down and sat on the edge of the pool, feeling the cool tiles against my skin. "I’ll swim later. Uh—"
"You're going to swim anyway, so just join us!" Jon encouraged me. The water sparkled invitingly, and the laughter of my group mates filled the air. I pouted and splashed water at him.
"I’ll swim wh
