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She flips me off and then, without another word, pulls out into the open water and throws the throttle down, sending the cooler sliding into my thigh.

See? I told you.

University CamFlix Competition Submission

Entry Number: 75

Sebastian and Valentina

Second Interview Continued, also that time the demon sort of complimented me

“Sebastian, next question is from Maureen. ‘What is it like loving your best friend?’”

Eww. I cringe at the question. I’m glad Sebastian has to answer it. It’ll be one he would rather chop off a finger before answering, but since we’re on camera, he’ll have to do it with a smile. Not that he won’t lie, but still, he has to answer with a non-shitty answer.

“It’s uh…” he looks at me and shakes his head with a grin, “always interesting. She’s always surprising me.”

Watching Sebastian wakeboarding is like curling up in my comfy chair and turning on a movie. It’s relaxing. It holds my attention. And I know watching it one time won’t be enough.

I keep the boat straight and glance back once more, watching as the asshole next door’s muscles flex with each impact. Initially, I was hoping he would get out on the board and suck majorly, face planting the first go, but such was not the case.

We’ve been on the water for an hour now, filming Sebastian skimming across the water’s surface. He’s yet to tire of wakeboarding. I guess he really does love it. When we were friends before, he never had a board, so I thought this newfound sport was something he might have wanted to do but didn’t necessarily know how to. But, as usual, Sebastian isn’t what he seems to be.

For example, the blood donation. I knew he went every few months because, as he pointed out, I went with him and fainted. But that’s not the point. The point is that it’s such a selfless act, and to this day, I don’t know why he consistently does it. Sure, I think it’s because of his sister, but I don’t know why. He’s never said what happened to her. He keeps his relationship with his family to himself.

But I guess we all do to some extent. I don’t go around telling everyone I know that my dad was once homeless, so it makes sense that he wouldn’t go around exposing the skeletons in his family’s closet.

I turn back and make sure Sebastian is still on the board when I hear a loud horn blare just to the left of me. “Shit!”

The noise startles me, and I jerk the steering wheel to the right before I realize it’s just a party boat full of morons. I flip them off and turn back to check on Sebastian.

“Oh no!” He’s not on his board. “Sebastian!”

I circle back around and notice he still hasn’t come up. The idiot refused to wear a life vest, even though it’s the law.

Surely, he can swim. Right? I mean, that seems like something you would know how to do before you go wakeboarding and refusing a vest.

“Sebastian!” I yell one more time.

His board floats up, and my heart stops. No!

I tie my hair up before I take a breath and dive into the cloudy water. I didn’t even think to bring the life ring with me. I just reacted. I swim around, slashing my arms through the water as if he’s floating just beneath the surface.

Why isn’t he kicking or flailing?

Did he hit his head? Did he pass out?

My stomach churns with the thoughts of Bash-hole drowning and me just above him.

“Bash!”

I’m in tears, searching and slashing frantically in the water when I’m suddenly yanked under. I take a quick inhale, but I don’t have time to prepare and end up swallowing a crap ton of water.

I kick for the surface as hard as I can and then something helps me up and I’m through the water, choking to the sounds of Bash-hole’s laughter.

“You’re a dick,” I scream out between coughing fits.

Next to me is my annoyingly fine fake boyfriend, laughing as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

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