William

You were at a party where your enemy was

A minute later he was sitting next to you. So close that you could smell his scent. A grin appeared on William's face and he spoke up:

• You know, I thought you'd look different in a dress. - The guy emphasized the last word. - At least not as fat.

These words immediately hit you.

• Get lost, William.

"The truth always hurts to hear, doesn't it, Tina? But I'm right. You're fat." William chuckled, although he knew perfectly well that it wasn't true.

You couldn't stand it. Tears appeared in your eyes, and you jumped up from the couch, wanting to run away from his caustic words. But at the last moment you came to your senses. You turned around, and, plucking up your courage, poured orange juice onto William's snow-white T-shirt

• What, do you think you're brave, bitch? - He jumped up after you, looking at his T-shirt.

His eyes looked into yours and you saw the rage. Before you could even come to your senses, William picked you up like you were a feather and threw you over his shoulder. You screamed, asking him to put you down, but the guy didn't listen. He walked up to the pool where people were crowded, looking only at you. And with one jerk, he threw you into the clear water.

When you found yourself in the water, you were overcome with panic. You didn't know how to swim, and you were slowly sinking to the bottom of the deep pool. Realizing this, you began to actively move your arms and legs in order to float to the surface, but nothing worked. There was not enough air, and because of the panic, there was less and less.

At the same time, William looked at you with a smile. He thought you were pretending. The guy was amused and amused, but after a minute, when you did not float up, he was worried. Some people started shouting that you were drowning. The smile disappeared from William's face. He waited a few more seconds, hoping that it was a joke, and eventually jumped after you.