Hey_Juls: переводы

→I watched his arm motions and then nodded. It didn’t look difficult. I sucked in a breath and kicked off.

→“You could get faster,” Nathan said. He was standing on the edge of the pool in front of the house. I almost smiled at him, ready with a joke that I knew he wouldn’t be able to hear. I wanted to break the tension because he’d startled me. His face was serious. “Pull your hands to your chest.” He did the motion with his own hands. “Shoot them out above your head as you do that thing where you bring your head up. Then as you’re moving your feet, spread out your hands and pull like you’re crawling through the water.”

→I used my hands this time under the water to give me a little extra push but most of the power came from the movements I made, almost mermaid like. I cut through the water quickly, reaching the other side. I touched the far wall and popped up at the surface, taking in a breath.

→I almost made it. I blamed jumping in first and being so excited as to why I couldn’t do it. I surfaced a couple of feet away, sucking in a breath of air and starting a slow breaststroke. When I reached the corner, I stopped for a moment and relaxed to slow down my breathing. I knew being calm under the water was important to being able to hold my breath longer. I pushed off with my feet against the edge of the pool.

→I did a shallow dive from one corner and took off across the water. Despite my worries, I wasn’t going to waste a moment of swim time if I had his permission. Holding my breath, I wriggled my body to make my way to the opposite corner on the far end. I wanted check to see how long I could hold my breath before getting up on the other side.

→I crossed the living room, went outside and stepped up to the edge of the pool again. The smell of the chlorine was intoxicating. I wondered for a moment if he felt I was intruding on him for his pool. I had already interrupted his run. What other plans could I have been interrupting?

→He took the wet clothes from my hand. “Go jump in. I’ll put these in the dryer.”

→I narrowed my eyes at him but betrayed myself by giggling.

→He laughed. “You’re actually kind of cute. You should totally wear that your first day of school.”

→The shorts were tied tight to my waist but the lower hem was down at my knees. The t-shirt was a couple of sizes too big and covered my butt. “I look weird.”

→Nathan was against the door frame, leaning his head against it. He stood up straight when the door opened. “It fits?”

→I picked up my wet clothes from the floor, holding them away from my body as they were dripping. I opened the door.

→“Yeah,” he said. I closed the door again. It sounded like he leaned against the door. “He makes trips between here and New York. Sometimes to Florida. He’s gone a lot.”

→“Does your dad fly helicopters?” I asked. My voice was weaker. What little ability I had gained to talk was becoming lost.

→I opened the door and he handed me a dark blue t-shirt with some writing in a language I didn’t recognize.

→I was just putting on the shorts when there was a knock at the door. “I’ve got a shirt.”

→The bathroom was big. There was a wide tub with a glass sliding door. Black stone tile covered the floor and the counter was carved dark stone. The walls were white. Photos of helicopters lined the walls.

→He pointed me toward the bathroom again and I stepped inside of it. There didn’t appear to be anyone else around. My parents would have killed me if they’d known I was alone with a boy in an empty house. As it was, my own mind was coming up with all the things my parents warned me about. Would he have me follow him to his bedroom? Would he pressure me for sex? Would I be interested? And why did I feel like I was betraying Kota, Silas and Victor by being here? Were they worried about me right now and wondering what was going on? Did they even care? Maybe I needed Nathan after all. If I messed up too badly with Kota and the others, maybe Nathan and I could be friends instead. Were we friends now?

→He smiled. “I’ll toss them in the dryer after you’re done.”

→I tugged at my blouse. “It’ll give time for this to dry.”