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lake. He soon released me and we both surfaced; me spluttering and him laughing. Prick.
    “Cooled down now?” he smirked.
    I growled at him and walked away.  He gripped my arm, but I managed to pull it away, glaring at him.  He held both his hands up beside his head. “Ease up, girly, I was just mucking around.”
    I gave him the bird and swam towards my friends who were now in the lake laughing at me. “Thanks guys for trying to save me. You’re the best!” I exaggerated giving each of them the bird, also. 
    “No way was I going to dive into that one. Besides, you are the funniest chick to watch running in water. You looked ridiculous!” Trin exclaimed.
    I looked over my shoulder at Alex to give him the stink eye, but couldn’t make eye contact as he was floating peacefully with all his limbs stretched out. His skin seemed really tanned and I could see he had been hitting the gym recently. His chest and arms looked well defined and muscular. No wonder he had a grip like an ape. Arsehole. I couldn’t believe how long he could stay under water, like a freaking fish. When we were younger, I once asked him how he did it, and he’d looked at me sadly and said, “There are times, Bea, when you just can’t be seen.”
    “Trice, you know if you took a photo, you could stare at it longer than what you’re doing right now,” Trinity joked. I snapped out of my gaze and looked back quickly, blushing.
    “Piss off, Trin,” I mumbled, “he’s not my type.” Trin smiled, clapping her hands and automatically started jumping and delving into gossip mode.
    “That’s right! We know your type! It’s that guy at the country market, isn’t it? The curly-haired guy who flips pancakes?” I stared at Trin, giving her the shut-the-fuck-up look, and glanced around to see where Robbie was. If he knew I had a crush, he would terrorise the poor guy.
    “I don’t even know his name or if he even notices me-” I said. It was bullshit, though. I did know his name, and he did know who I was.
    The country market occurred twice a month near the boathouse. All the growers from our town, as market craft stalls, turned up to sell whatever they made and produced. A lot of it was crap, but the food tents were always good.
    The pancake tent belonged to the Morrison family. They had three sons and all of them were really good looking. They didn’t go to my school, but I knew about them. All three were tall, dark eyed and dark haired and really, just… hot.
    Clint was the eldest and was off to university the following year. He’d already finished school, but had stayed back to earn some money. Marcus, the middle son, was seventeen and flirted with every girl that came to the line. He knew Robbie through football, so it wasn’t a surprise that he was a bit of a man whore, too. Kyle- the hottie, ‘ sigh’ - was my age and really shy. He had a dimple in his left cheek and deep brown eyes.  
    It was that nervous moment, when I had tried to hold pancakes from his stall while adding syrup, all the while under his and everyone else’s gaze, that had me worried. There was just too much social pressure to chat with him as I felt like a klutz while balancing my plate. Lately, though, we had graduated from saying “Hi” to a few simple sentences. Amazing! Last time, however, I had been so excited to chat that the adrenaline burned out, so when he asked if I was having fun, I could only mumble an embarrassed, “Yeah.”
    “Oh, he’s noticed you, all right-” Hazel interrupted my thoughts. “Remember that time he put the icing sugar in a shape of a heart on your pancakes?”
    Bugger, forgot about that. I did remember.
    “It was Valentine’s Day, hon,” I groaned. “He did that to everyone.” Haze shook her head and before I could swat her away, Theo interjected.
    “I didn’t have it on mine. Neither did these two chumps. So, I reckon our little Baker’s Man might have a little thing for our Tricey.”
    I blushed as I remembered