While others seek survival, I engage in flirtation

The cruise ship had been torn in half by those massive waves, and the water dragged me into the deep ocean.

I kept fighting to stay afloat, but it was useless.

The light in front of me faded until I couldn't see a thing.

"Carl! Wake up!" I had no idea how much time had passed when I heard a familiar female voice. My eyes wouldn't open, but her voice got closer.

"Carl! Carl Smith!" She called my name, pressing her hand on my chest.

Then, a pair of warm lips touched mine.

I suddenly opened my eyes and saw her giving me mouth-to-mouth! Her wet eyelashes were almost brushing my face!

"Margaret! You're alive too!" Seeing her, I couldn't help but get excited and called out her name. She seemed startled by how quickly I woke up and took a step back.

Her name was Margaret Johnson, a classmate of mine and one of the school's recognized beauties.

Margaret looked incredibly sexy now, her clothes soaked through, revealing her skin beneath the semi-transparent top. Even the lace bra on her chest was clearly visible.

Maybe because of the close contact just now, Margaret tilted her head, avoiding my gaze.

"I'm glad you're awake." She blushed and let out a sigh of relief. "There's no one here... my phone got washed away too."

I immediately checked my body and, as expected, my phone was gone as well.

Hoping to contact the rescue team seemed impossible now. We could only pray that the school's search team would find us soon.

Honestly, if we weren't stranded on a deserted island, this would have been the happiest moment of my life. I could even imagine Margaret's graceful figure kneeling beside me...

But I knew very well that now wasn't the time to think about that. Our situation was probably more troublesome than I had imagined.

On this deserted island with no phone and no signal, hoping for rescue was a pipe dream.

Self-rescue was our only option.

I rubbed my aching head and looked around, realizing I had been washed ashore.

We were on a deserted beach, with nothing but rocks and sand in sight.

"Are you okay?" Margaret gently poked my arm with her finger, probably seeing that I wasn't responding. "Are we stuck here?"

Margaret's eyes were red, as if she was about to cry.

I didn't know how to comfort her, so I just shook my head and stood up.

I thought my body would be sore and painful after being battered by such violent waves. Surprisingly, all the pain and discomfort had disappeared, and I even felt refreshed. I clenched my fist and felt an endless amount of strength in my body.

I picked up a stone nearby, and it was much lighter than I had imagined.

I felt great, better than ever.

This was probably a blessing in disguise. To be honest, I was really unlucky. I had finally gotten the chance to board the cruise ship, only for this to happen.

The school's graduation party was held on the cruise ship, a long-standing tradition. Only invited students could attend, and getting an invitation was not easy.

I had worked hard for a long time to get this spot, just to see Ivy Brown at the graduation party.

She was our senior, now a famous actress, with a sweet face and a sexy figure, my ideal girlfriend.

But fortunately, I wasn't swept away by the waves and drowned when the shipwreck happened.

"Let's go. Staying here won't help." I brushed the sand off my body and helped Margaret up, ready to leave.

She didn't say a word, took a few steps with me, and then suddenly collapsed.

"Are you okay?" I spun around, shocked, and saw a pool of blood!

I quickly knelt down to check her wound. It wasn't deep, probably cut by a stone. The area around it was pale, likely from being soaked in water. She must've been hurt for a while. The bleeding wasn't fast, but no matter how I pressed, it wouldn't stop.

Her face had turned pale and she looked really weak, possibly from blood loss.

"Did you get hurt in the water?" I asked. Honestly, if she had been injured this badly in the water, it was a miracle she didn't attract sharks.

"I don't think so. After coming ashore, I fainted on the beach once... maybe I got cut then." She tried to remember. From her frowning, it was clear she wasn't fully conscious at the time.

"Don't worry, let's get out of here first." I helped her up, planning to head towards the nearby bushes.

We had to hold on until the rescue team found us and got us off this island. I didn't die in the shipwreck, and I wasn't going to die on this deserted island either.

This beach was not a good place to spend the night. It was too open, with no food or shelter. Plus, we didn't know the environment. If any wild animals showed up at night, we'd be in trouble.

But Margaret's condition was worse than I thought. Just standing up was hard for her, let alone walking to the bushes 1000 feet away.

I had to take off my clothes, using them to shield her wound and protect her from the gravel beneath, letting her sit on the beach and wait for me.

Just as I was about to leave, a few figures approached from a distance.

I spotted them, and they saw me too.

"Carl Smith? You're still alive!" He called my name in surprise, then smirked.

The people behind him laughed too.

It was my classmate Matt Moore, the school's notorious troublemaker. His grades were similar to mine, but he was strong. I wasn't surprised he survived the accident.

The people behind him were also my classmates. I didn't know their names, but their faces looked familiar.

Matt's words annoyed me. But I got it. I had average grades and was physically weak. Surviving the accident was indeed a miracle.

"Yeah, I'm very lucky." I ignored his sarcasm and immediately told them about the situation. "Margaret is injured! Do you have anything useful, or a place where she can rest?"

The priority now was to get Margaret's injury properly treated. We were all classmates; they wouldn't leave us to die!

Plus, on this deserted island, the more people we had, the better our chances of survival until rescue arrived.

Hearing what I said, the people behind Matt immediately looked at Margaret. Her beautiful face and figure made the guys in front of me show a look of desire.

I could tell those looks made Margaret very uncomfortable, and she shrank back behind me.

"Why don't we let her come to our..." One of the guys behind Matt started to agree but was suddenly stopped by Matt.

"We can't take her in! On this deserted island, a woman with such a severe injury has little chance of survival." Matt's face was marked with disgust. "I don't intend to be dragged down by you!"