The First Day pt 2

It turns out we couldn't even find common ground in something so simple like iced coffee vs hot coffee.

"Why can't you just drink real coffee like a normal person?" Twilight snapped.

"Because it's too hot. It's refreshing, and can keep you awake. Who says it has to be Hot!?"

We had been arguing about it since I told her about it. It seemed like she was against anything that resembled change. I mean who would have thought it would come from the princess's protege.

/sarcasm.

As we got our food, I found that between our argument and trying to find a seat which everyone kept extending their legs, dragging others who were also looking to sit somewhere to their seat, anything to keep Twilight from sitting with them a little taxing. It had finally happened: I had become a pariah, just because of Twilight. She would deny it because of her pride, that and in her mind she was loved by all.

Even with the rest of the camp forcing to disassociate with me for their sanity's sake, I knew that I had at least two friends to count on. Our argument continued as we sat down in front of them. By that time, I had enough and offered Twilight a challenge.

"Here! Try it! If you hate it then after taking a sip then you can hate it all you want!"

"Fine!" she agreed. She took my plastic cup and took a sip from the straw. I knew she tasted the concoction when her eyes widen up, and it looked like she forgot to breathe for a second. The sip ended up being half of my cup. She didn't say another word, she got up and made her way to the iced coffee dispenser, all while trying to avoid my smug grin.

* * *

The boat that was to be used for the lesson had to sail in from the city on the edge of the harbor. With that and the boat having a small mechanical issue, the lesson was delayed over an hour. So, we all sat under the shade of the trees and relaxed. We were on the lookout for the boat to arrive, only to see the giant fishing fleets from the city sail out to the ocean or in with a fresh bounty of fish. Although they were only blips on the horizon, the prospect of being commercial fisherdude was enticing because unlike Twilight: the sea would pay you back for handling her bitching.

Twilight was quiet for once, electing to read a book that she always kept in her pocket. I always never figured or asked what it was or what it was about. As long as she had her mouth shut, I was not going to question it.

I ended talking to Crimson about stupid shit, seeing how Bubbly was at the end of the dock, talking to Slate. Either she was trying to make the move on him or trying to get him to notice her as more than just a student. Either way, Crimson and I were trying our hardest not to laugh about it.

"Is she finally gonna ask for the dick?" I asked.

"She better, or else she is all talk," Crimson replied.

"He is not going to do anything with her, that's statutory rape," Twilight butted in.

"She is one of the oldest students in our class," Crimson said.

"Her body says otherwise."

Crimson and I sighed and continued our conversation. That time a little bit farther away from Twilight.

We watched as the boat came in, and moored itself on the dock. And it came in time too: a group of us were beginning to punch each other while we were wearing life vests. It was not for any scientific curiosity but out of sheer boredom .

The first thing we noticed about it was the face the belly of the boat was glass, and we knew we were in for one hell of a treat.

We all boarded, and after the always dull boat safety lecture, we were off and slowly moving to the island. We were looking to the glass as we went, the barren tidal zone gave way to the coral reef that was below the waters. We were all excited: many types of wildlife down there and we were taking pictures on our phones. Even Twilight had the ever rare smile to her.

"So, kids: Because of the island and the bay's formation: its bringing water rich in krill and plankton, which in turn brings all kinds of life. And, as if right on Que..."

The entire boat backed way from the glass as soon as the lonesome Hammerhead swam underneath. Right after that, we all tried taking pictures, excited about what lied underneath the waves.

The driver kept moving around, showing the different parts of the coral beds.

"Now, you think this is the fun part, right? Oh no," Slate said with a menacing smile. When he had that smile, he had something good for us.

"This is the last year you guys will be here, so I thought: why do you guys have to watch the marine life like all the other students: why not go in yourself?"

We were all silent.

"Next week: we will train you in SCUBA. By the end of the week, you all should be able to get your certificates and be able to go down to the reefs." Slate announced.

The class was cheering or talking amongst each other. I was not immune to it.

"Holy shit guys!" I yelled.

"Right!?" Bubbly replied.

"Hype levels off the chart!" Crimson cheered.

"Alright, time to go home," Slate whispered to the driver. The driver tried to start the engine, but it refused to turn on.

Uh oh.

"God dammit," The driver said. "Hold on to the wheel, Stale!"

"It's Slate."

"Tomato, tomato!"

He walked to the back of the boat, where the twin engines were. He mumbled to himself as he tinkered with the analog controls. I guess a switch or something minute happened because one second we were still but the next second the engine roared, throwing all of us on the glass floor. Luckily, Slate was in the driver seat and slowed the engine down almost immediatley.

"Everyone okay?" he asked.

As we started to get off each other, I realized I was in a bit of a predicament.

Twilight, who was sitting across from me, flew to me when the boat acclerated and knocked us over. That was not the issue. Her face was red with embarrassment and rage. Her hands were on my crotch, and my hands, which I threw up in a last second desperation to stop her, were on her breasts.

Bubbly and Crimson saw this since they were in the same pile and us, and began to laugh uncontrollably.

This is how I die, caught in a fucking trope.

Author's Note

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