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Colton took me over to where his friends were, they were all almost like him. They had tattoos, smoked and that kind of stuff that bad boys do.

-You have to change because you're not going in the water in those pants.

-I said, "I don't have a swimsuit," I told him, besides I didn't like to wear them. I felt very uncomfortable, being watched.

-Here you go," he handed me one of his boxers. Just like that.

-I'm not wearing that," I scolded, crossing my arms. It already looked like I was going to wear one of his boxers.

-Then stay in your underwear, but hurry up, I don't have your time," he raised the tone of his voice. Apparently he was starting to get pissed off. I didn't care. His friends gave us quick glances and started laughing. They seemed to be amused by this situation.

-Let her go, Dashner," a guy came up, he was tall and had most of his body tattooed. He was fair-skinned, his abdomen was heavily worked and his hair was gray-You can wear this," he says, holding out a two-piece ba