The Academy

Westwood Academy is known as one of the most prodigious boarding schools for girls.
For girls.
Not boys.
Every logo had the words "For Girls" printed with it, I thought that meant it was set in stone.
So why did the new building have a sign in front printed with "Boy's Dorms" in clean silver letters?


30. Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Nicole’s POV

I was a bit surprised when Harry asked me to go swimming, it kind of came out of no where. I guess I wasn’t really complaining though, I haven’t gotten to go swimming in such a long time and I guess this could be fun. The only thing that made me a bit nervous was the fact that Harry was going to be seeing me in my swimsuit, and I had to convince myself that that wasn’t the reason why he suggested swimming. I changed into a mint green two-piece with a white damask print on it.

I grabbed my white cover up and then put two towels in a bag before heading out of the dorm. When I made it to the building were the pool was, I saw Harry standing out there with his back leaned against the wall of the building as he scrolled through something on his phone.

“Hey,” I said as I walked up to him.

“Hey,” he said back, locking his phone before turning to face me.

“Nice shorts,” I said, pointing to the bright orange swim shorts he had on.

“Thanks,” he said sarcastically.

“Never pegged you as one of wear bright orange shorts with flowers,” I told him.

“They’re not mine,” he replied casually.

“Then whose are they?” I asked confused.

“They are Liam’s, I think,” he answered.

“Why are you wearing his swim shorts?”

“Because I don’t have any,” he said.

“I thought you said you did,”

“I lied,” he said and then smiled.

I just rolled my eyes at him, deciding not to question it any more as we both went ahead and walked inside the building.

“Damn this place is deserted,” Harry said as we stepped in and set our things down on one of the tables.

“Everyone is still at lunch,” I reminded him.

“Oh yeah,” he said.

Harry wasn’t getting in the pool yet, but I wanted to go ahead and get in the water so ignored my nervousness and went ahead and took my cover up off.

I could feel Harry’s eyes on me as I took the fabric off and set it on the table next to my bag. I began to feel a bit self-conscious, as Harry shamelessly looked me, not even trying to make it subtle. I tried to ignore it though as I walked over to the pool and began to slowly make my way down the steps into the cold water.

“Why are you getting in so slow?” I heard Harry ask me.

“It’s cold, I’m trying to get used to it,” I answered.

“It’s going to take forever doing it that way,” he said and I just ignored him.

A few moments later I heard a loud splash and looked up and saw that Harry had jumped into the pool. He came up from under the water and moved his long wet hair back out of his face.

“That is how you get into a pool,” Harry said proudly.

I think he might’ve said something else, but I really wasn’t paying attention. What I was now focused on was the ink that was on his arms and his toned chest.

“Why are you staring?” he asked with a slight laugh.

I had been expecting him to give me a cocky response when he noticed me staring but he didn’t.

“You have tattoos?” I said, questioning it a bit more than stating it even though it was obvious that he did. 

“Yeah,” he said, looking down before looking back up at me as he shrugged it off.

I wasn’t really sure how to feel about all his tattoos, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that he has them. I wanted to ask him how he even got them or why he got some of them considering a few of them are a bit weird, but I decided just to keep my mouth shut for right now.

“Took you long enough,” Harry joked once I was finally down the steps and completely in the water.

He started to look at me again and feeling a bit awkward, I decided to look away. I then heard water lapping away from me and I turn back to see him swim for a few seconds, before I took in a breath to go underwater to continue to try to get used to the cold water.

I was hardly even under for a complete second, dunking in and back up as quickly as I could. I didn’t really like the thought of being underwater for too long and not being able to breathe.

When I open my eyes after coming up from water, I couldn’t breathe for a whole other reason, Harry had popped out from under the water right in front of me. When I release a squeal of shock, a laugh busted out from him, the loudest one I have ever heard emit from him.

“Damn, that was great,” he continued to laugh.

I shook my head at him as my heart calmed down.

Harry’s POV

Most of our time spent swimming so far as been spent in silence. We had talked for a while but then I had started swimming in the deeper end and she stayed more in the middle of the pool. When I looked over at her, she was floating on her back now, and her hands skim over the water beside her as she closes her eyes. I swam over to her and when I nudge her arm to make her open her eyes, she does so with a startle and stands to her feet.

“What?” she asked me.

I bite the inside of my lip as I tried to sort through my thoughts of why I had come over to her. I knew why though, it was to kiss her, maybe, I knew I probably shouldn’t right now though. There is just something about her that makes me want to. I’ve been with a good amount of girls to know just what I want, and usually I’ve already gotten it by now and have moved on to the next. This feels different though, and that’s why I’m sometimes confused with how I’m feeling, because I don’t quite know.

She continued to wait for me to say something to her, but I didn’t, I wasn’t sure what to say right now. So I did the only thing I knew I could do. I took her to pull her a bit closer to me before kissing her. Her lips are unresponsive and her body feels tense as I placed my hands on her hips. I know this may be selfish, but I needed her to give me something. Anything. The first time I kissed her I was pushed away, literally, and last night when I kissed her I just made it awkward.

“Are you going to kiss me?” I asked, my lips brushed against hers as I spoke.


“You don’t know what to do, do you,” I asked knowingly.

When she nodded her head, she backed away a bit from me in embarrassment.

“No, come here,” I said and she turned back but she wasn’t looking at me.

“You probably think I’m pathetic after last night,” she said.

“No, I don’t think that,” I told her and offered her a smile when she finally looked at me.

I thought about maybe reaching up to touch her cheek or push back the pieces of wet hair that cling to her face, but I don’t. It seemed to intimate even though I had just kissed her.

“Just…copy what I do,” I told her, my voice barely a whisper.

I couldn’t just wait for her to actually be comfortable with kissing me, I needed it from her now, I needed something. She nodded her head hesitantly, and when my lips make contact with hers, she parted them slightly. I slipped my bottom lip between both of hers and kiss her top lip with my own.

When I nudged her nose with mine to tell her to try, she does, and my hands tighten on her hips as she copies the action to my top and bottom lip. When I swiped my tongue across her bottom lip she tensed up and she does so even more when I slip it into her mouth.

She soon relaxed though as she become used to it and began to tangle her tongue with mine in a way she thought was right, which it fucking was. The water in the pool swished between our bodies as I walk her backwards after a minute or two of standing in place, and she put her hands to my chest to keep ours from fully connecting as I pushed her against the side of the pool.

When I got tired of keeping my hands placed on her hops, I moved them up her sides, which made her lips stop moving for a second but she continued again and my hands were now on her shoulders. I trailed them up the back of her neck and my hand tangled into her hair to keep her lips on mine. She gasped when I bite softly on her bottom lip, making me chuckle against her.

I got caught up in the moment and when she felt my hands toying with the straps of her swimsuit top, she took her hands off my chest to move my hands away, detaching her lips from mine.

“Sorry,” I told her quickly in reassurance that I wouldn’t do that anymore as my hands ran down to her arms before kissing her again, wanting to continue it.

She’s out of breath, and her hands are still placed as a barrier between us so I wouldn’t press to her. I wrapped my hands around her wrist to pull away the barrier and she sucked in a breath when I pushed myself against her. I decided to give her time to catch her breath and I trailed my lips down the front of her neck. When I reach the top of her chest she yanked her wrist from my hands.

“Stop,” she breathed quickly, gently pushing me away from her.

“What?” I asked. Her lips were swollen and a small part of her neck is red.

She wrapped her arms around herself, “It was just going to far,” she told me.

With the forming bulge below the waist, I felt annoyance creep up on me.

“Okay, fine,” I told her, running a hand through my hair.

“Don’t be irritated with me,” she said, still trying to get ahold of her breath.

“It’s just kissing,” I told her.

“Just kissing? Is that all it is to you?” she wondered.

“It’s not like I don’t care, you already know that,” I told her.

“So you like me?” she asked.

“Yes! I already told you that and I’ve been waiting for a few weeks now for you to tell me,” I said to her.

“I guess I just haven’t been able to admit it to myself, nonetheless to you,” she told me.

“I didn’t want to have anything to do with boys this year and yet here you are,” she said.

“Here I am,” I said smiling at her, and I was relieved when she smiled back.

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