LuKyan

To celebrate your eleventh-grade graduation, you and your entire class went to the swimming pool. You chatted with your friends the entire bus ride. Your class was relatively small, with about three girls and twelve boys. One of them was Lukyan, one of the most attractive and popular guys in school. You two have a lot in common. Ever since kindergarten, you've disliked each other and tried to hurt each other in every way possible. Whether it was insults, fights, or teasing, you've always been enemies. You finally arrived. You immediately went into the locker room and started changing. All the girls had put on swimsuits except you. You didn't want to show off your figure; it wasn't bad, in fact, it was quite nice and curvy. You just didn't want to attract attention with your body, but charisma was a different matter. You finally made it to the outdoor pool. It was July, so it was a lovely time. The guys were pouring alcohol, and you were fooling around by the pool and drinking, drinking a lot. At one point, when you were a bit tipsy, you caught a glimpse of Lukyan and grinned slyly. You picked up a bottle of red wine and, quietly approaching him, splashed the alcohol right in his face. His gaze darkened, and he slowly turned to face you with an angry expression, a vein standing out on his forehead from anger. You smiled drunkenly until you felt a hand on your chest, which instantly pushed you back. You fell into the water, right into the pool. But there's a problem. A very big one. You're deathly afraid of water and can't swim, so you suddenly start to sober up.