Man, is she OK? She doesn't look so good!

Of course she doesn't look good, stupid. How would you look if you fell into a pool from fifty feet in the air and couldn't swim?

You're acting as though it would be my fault.

It is.

I never could've guessed-

Boys. Shut up.

I can't feel my body, I can hardly breathe, and the voices I hear are blured and distant. Wait - I can feel one thing...

Cold.

My whole body is stiff, and I can't move a limb. What in my Great Aunt Marge's name happened?

Suddenly, I feel someone... kissing me? Wow, if this is a dream, it's a damn good one.

I open my eyes. Slowly, things come into focus, although the outlines are still fuzzy. I see Scott glaring at me, and other guys standing behind him, though I can't make out their faces.

"Thanks, Scott... I love you, too..." Mental slap to the forehead. Did I just say that? Man, I won't be able to show my face in public for a loooong time.

Poor Scott looses his jaw. "You okay?" he asks finally.

I groan. "Nope. Head hurts. Feel cold."

Behind him, Bobby takes a cautious peek. "Sorry about that", he says. "But hey, cool moves!" he adds before someone slaps him from behind.

Suddenly, I remember the whole story.

" *Snarl* Gonna kill Bobby. Yup. Gonna kill 'im. Slowly and painfully. Maybe call a couple of friends to help out, too."

"She's delirious", Scott concludes after putting a hand on my forehead. "I'll take her to the infirmary. The rest of you - hey!" Scott shouts, then gets up and runs out of sight. I hear a splash, and then loads of screaming, wild laughter and stuff, and then more splashes.

I hear a sigh. "Never mind, Scott. I'll take Elsie to the infirmary. You just worry about staying alive right now, 'kay?" Somebody picks me up.

"Watch the head", I groan. "Can't you see it says 'fragile' right here?" Yeah, I know I'm delirious, but I'm starting to like it.

"Sorry".

Hey, is that Ray? "Crisp... that you?"

"Yeah. Come on, I'll take you to the infirmary"

"Ray, I can walk. Really, I can. Put me down."

"No you can't."

"Ray..."

"No, and that's final."

Silence.

"Okay, what happened? I mean really, I remember Drake throwing me in the pool, and then I must've started imagining things, 'cause I thought I was flying, and then I fell, and then-"

"You were flying. After that, I guess you passed out and you fell into the pool. I got you out. Then Scott did some CPR..."

"Oh. So he wasn't kissing me after all. Sore luck."

"What?"

"Uh... never mind."

Suddenly, Ray stops. "Elsie, look. About earlier today. I'm sorry. I was a total git. Really, I was. I mean, it's your choice who you befriend with. Really. So-"

"Crisp... Do me one big favor, okay?"

"What favor"

I pillow my head on his shoulder. "Just shut your big, damn mouth. Shush."

"But-"

"I'm not mad at you. Okay? Now can you please put me down? I've got two legs of my own, in case you didn't notice until now."

Although I can't see Ray's face, I can tell he's grinning widely. "Not a chance", he says with a chuckle. "You're my responsability now."