22. Please Don't Let Him Win

Quensilla's POV "I still don't know why you chose to wear this," Theodore complains pointing to the bog really revealing bikini I had on. "You said we were going to be getting wet!" I say defensively. "Those weren't my words but okay." He smirks and I gape. "Boy shut up." I smack his arm and he chuckles as we approach the waterfall. And no, I didn't walk in a bikini up the trail. "It looks cold," Theodore mutters. "Wimp," I grumble under my breathe and he picks me up. "Hey!" "Did you just call me...