"I don't mind the company, granted that you don't mind joining me for dune buggying, getting covered in mud, checking out hte windy coast and touring the animal reservations of the island." Malcolm listed. Alice blinked and felt a grin spread across her face. 
                              
"I can handle that. If you don't mind being the designated driver." she joked, waving the injured hand as if anyone could have forgotten it. She was trying very hard not to notice the very romantic shine in Ms. Avery's eyes as she understood the subcontext of Alice's joy. 
                              
"Alright hten, the issue is settled. We'll rejoin you two after dinner tonight." The principal returned to his breakfast with interest. Alice felt like she floated back to her friend's table and ate without caring what any of it tasted like. Her friends were sympathetic, feeling that being stuck one-on-one with a teacher all day was a chore, though Kim's eyes shone with perverted amusement.
                              
"Do you have clothes you don't mind getting destroyed?" Justine asked and Alice nodded. Kim of course, started to laugh hysterically as she picked up on the unintended innuendo, but waved away everyone's curious looks, explaining that she just got a joke. 
                              
Alice snerked at her friend, knowing hte real reason Kim had laughed; she'd told her about the poor lacy tank top that first day. Right now Alice was wearing the same psychotically bright periwinkle blue skirt with a white tshirt and knew it would never survive a day of mud. "I've got things I can wear. Take lots of pictures for me. I have the feeling your trip today might be hilarious and I don't want to miss out entirely." Alice requested and then headed to her hut to change. 
                              
To her surprise, Lexi was in their room, looking like she was waiting for Ace. "Finally." Lexi said, exhasperated. "Why did you help me last night?" the blonde demanded, seeming annoyed at having to talk to Alice at all. 
                              
"Ah... because as much as I would love to rub soup in your hair just to annoy you, and I wouldn't piss on you to put out hte fire if you were burning, no one deserves to be put in that situation. Not even an unbearable c*** like you." Alice responded after a brief hesitation. 
                              
Lexi considered her words, face a dark scowl but eyes thoughtful. "Soup?" she asked, ignoring the rest of Alice's words.
                              
"Yes soup. It was that or mud in your face and soup was more unique." Alice shrugged, glad that Lexi wasn't professing undying friendship and a life debt. First off she wouldn't have believed it, second off it would have been just too weird to not actively detest the blonde snob. 
                              
"Don't think I'm going to say thank you. Or that this makes us friends. I don't owe you anything." Lexi stated, walking to the door without further comment.
                              
"Of course not." Alice muttered sardonically to herself. She shook her head and decided to quickly braid her hair up into two tails that hung down her back. She grabbed her only all black bikini, a servicable and simple string bikini she tied firmly in place. She yanked on a dark green peasant style skirt, wishing that she'd pack a more serviceable pair of pants for something like this. Her water shoes and a brown tank top finished the outfit.
                              
Alice opened her door to see Malcolm standing outside, hand raised to knock. He was wearing hte military comoflage shirt from last night and a pair of black swimshorts with a bull and matador grafitti'd onto the leg. He looked more bad boy and reckless without the button down shirts and she felt a thrill at being able to spend the day with him alone, even if it felt like her thumb had been ripped off. She felt too lucky to have this chance with him, in Mexico of all places to bemoan a little injury.
                              
"Hey." she smiled at him, feeling a giddy joy fill her chest. How he had this effect on her, she'd never know but it was always like this. His responding smile made her toes curl with the possessive satisfaction in his eyes. He didn't voice a reply, instead stepped into her hut and kissed her. Everyone else should already be away to catch the bus out to Chichen Itza. This was likely the only chance during this entire trip where they could guarantee that no one was going to catch them. She whimpered into his mouth as his hands slipped under the tops layers to trace the lines of her swin suit. He let the skirt pull over her hips and pool around her feet, grabbing her legs so she jumped up and wrapped them around his waist. Then he stopped kissing her.