66 ~°~Chapter Sixty-six~°~

Everyone is already at the pool, My mom and Mae are getting the inflatables out while Virgil and Dale are watching them with their backs to me, Dale is in the water, most likely standing at the shallow part because he places his arms on the rim of the pool while Virgil crouches near him.

I stop struggling against Shana and slip my hands out of hers, maybe I'm the only one overreacting which is ridiculous considering how many times my friends have seen me with fewer clothes on.

"Renee, this would be easier if you just let me help you." Virgil was saying, with amusement in his voice as he watches her struggle with the air pump.

"Don't be sexist, Virgil." She huffs out, panting breathlessly. "I can pump my own bloody floaty."

"Did you finish the big jug of chocolate last night?" Virgil asks. "Because I think you're drunk, you sound it."

My mom groans and stands up, placing a hand over her head. "You're right but I'm more hungover than drunk."