Sink or Swim
Hi, my name is Katharine Waters (my friends call me Kitty). I'm a junior at South Polk High School, my older brother Socka is a senior. We live with our Gran-Gran, because our dad is currently deployed in the South Pacific (he's in the navy). Currently, I work at Azure Hills Country Club as a lifeguard. But recently, the manager told me that the owners were coming to visit. Needless to say, I was caught off guard that he told me, seeing as how I'm just a lifeguard, but yesterday he told me to report to the owner's private pool on the basement level. I'm guessing this is a promotion or something.
Today, I got to the private pool, entered, and saw this amazingly hot guy standing on the pool deck in a pair of swim shorts.
"Uh, hi," I said. "I'm Kitty, I was told to report here."
"You're Kitty? Great," the man said. He was probably out of high school. He was tall, with black hair, pale skin, and amer eyes. Just then, the door opened and Mr. Irons (the club manager) walked in.
"Ah, Kitty, glad you found the pool. This is Zane Embers. His father owns the club. You'll be giving him swim lessons."
"Swim lessons?" I asked in disbelief. How could a guy his age not know how to swim?
"Yes. Now, I have other things to see to. I'll check back on you two in an hour."
Mr. Irons left, leaving me in silence with Zane. I began to regret wearing my two-piece guard uniform.
"Well, I guess we'll start off by getting in the water and doing some kick excercises," I said. Zane rolled his eyes, but slid into the pool. I followed.
"Okay, put your hands on the edge of the gutter and float on your stomach," I ordered.
"Yeah, that's not gonna work for me," he replied.
"Excuse me?"
"These abs are pure muscle. They don't float," he indicated his eight pack.
"Well then I'll get you a kickboard," I said with a fake smile. I climbed out of the pool and walked over to the supply closet. I pulled out a kickboard and returned.
"Lay on this."
"Oh, thanks, you're a lifesaver," he said sarcastically.
"Alright, just copy me," I put my hands on the edge of the gutter, floated on my stomach, and began kicking. Zane watched me for a moment, then rolled his eyes, layed down on the kickboard, and began kicking.
"Good," I said. I stopped kicking and watched him.
"Enjoying the view?" he asked.
"What?" I said.
"You heard me," he replied. I rolled my eyes, understanding that the next hour was going to go by VERY slowly.
