Valentin and Haylie: Pep Talk
Haylie let out a a breath so fast it puffed out her cheeks like a blowfish. Valentin's peptalk was helping, but she couldn't take her eyes off the dark freezing water ahead of them. "Okay. Okay. I am a badass. I am a badass!" Shucking her blanket in a hurried move, Haylie gave it to Valentin before she could change her mind at the first bite of the winter wind.
"I'm a badass, I'm a badass, I'm a badass..." Her voice was getting higher and more shrill as her skin was exposed to the elements. Haylie's black two piece bathing suit had tiny white palm trees on the top and the bottoms were board shorts. The shorts had been hers when she was a guy, and they barely hung onto her slender hips and had to be tied in place. Haylie felt odd wearing the bikini top, but pickings were slim and beggars couldn't be choosers. Her chest was nothing impressive enough to need to hide, really, but there was a sexist dresscode in place at St. Margaret's.
"I'M A BADAAAASSSSSS!" Haylie dove into the lake, head first off the platform. She immediately regretted it. Cold water shocked her system and she wanted nothing more than to be back under that blanket.
Haylie surfaced, gasping loudly, hair a cloudy dark mop that blocked her vision until she swiped it out of her eyes. "Val-Va-Valentin! Get me outta h-h-h-here!"