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Summary: Casey Cartwright, a lifeguard at Westwood Pool, has given her life to saving lives. She's taught countless children and adults how to swim. Gotten an award for her years as a faithful lifeguard. Oh, one other thing. She's never fallen in love. So when a regular at the pool asks her out, she takes it as just one date. Or two. Or three. She finds herself going on countless dates with this guy. And, oh yeah, falling head over heels. What's a girl to do when you don't want to love, but can't stop?
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Casey's POV
I walked into the lounge, fanning myself with my hand. I noticed Jen was in here chilling as well. She greeted me with a wave. Figures. I went over to the staff fridge, taking out a bottle of water. I turn to her.
"It's burning out there! What I wouldn't give to be a patron," I said. Jen nodded, looking up from her magazine.
"I know. It's killer. Thank God I'm just an extra. I can't stand the heat," she said. I shrugged, letting the cool water run down my throat. "Well, I should get going. Evan knows I've got dinner with my boyfriend's parents. He said he'd find someone. See you tomorrow, Casey." She got up, gathered her purse and magazine and headed out. I waved at her back before pouring the remaining water, which was only a quarter of it, on my face. I reapplied my sunscreen, then started back outside. I bumped into a bare chest, falling square on my butt.
"Casey, I'm so sorry!" a male voice exclaimed. I felt a strong hand haul me back up. I stared into hazel eyes. "You're actually the exact person I was looking for. Can you cover Jen's shift tonight? I'd really appreciate it." I sighed to myself, thinking about more hours in the sun baking, watching other people cool off. But I could use the money. Getting fired from my other job wasn't a good way to start off the summer, plus, I still had my mortgage to pay this month.
"Of course," I answered. He breathed a sigh of relief, taking my hand and kissing it.
"Thank you, Casey. I don't know what I'd do without you," he kissed my hand again before going into the lounge. I sighed again and went back out into the glaring sun.
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I glanced toward the entrance as I heard new voices. Three guys and three girls came in, laughing, screaming, and giggling. I groaned. It had finally quieted down, but a 'party' had to come in. I looked over to my friend, Shannon, who mirrored my face. Shannon had cascading black hair and lovely aquamarine eyes. She was like a supermodel. She had to body for it. It was easy to feel smaller around her. I felt it all the time. I looked again at the group, recognizing two people. One guy, a regular at the pool, and a girl, who had gotten kicked out for a day a few days ago. Other than them, they were strangers. There was a dirty blond-haired guy, an auburn haired girl, an Indian girl, a Vietnamese guy, and lastly, the two I knew. A gorgeous blonde and a brown-haired guy. I felt a hand tap my ankle and I glanced down. It was Rob, time for me to move. As he watched, I climbed down. He gave me a high-five and I watched the water as he got situated. And then I was off to relieve Shannon. We repeated the routine and I settled myself down in my lifeguard chair. Until it happened.
A little boy, about the age of 7, jumped off the diving board into the pool. Or tried. He jumped short, landing on the board again and crumpling into the water, sinking to the bottom. I stood up, blowing three short blasts into my whistle. The evacuation began.
Shannon began telling kids to get out of the water. Rob was nudging kids away as I took off my sunglasses and jumped into the water with my flotation device. Leaving the flotation device on the surface, I dived under, pulling the boy up before kicking myself to the top. I gasped for air as I grabbed the floatie and propped the boy on it. Shannon and Rob had all the kids over by the kid pool, entertaining them while Catherine had called 911. I pulled the boy onto the side, sitting him up as he coughed out water. His mother waddled up, obviously unhappy.
"How could you let my son drown?" she said angrily. I kept my cool even though I was annoyed.
"Ma'am, I'm very sorry about what happened. Your son slipped on-"
"I didn't ask you how it happened! I asked you how could you let my little boy drown?" I sighed and tried to think of an answer.
"Ma'am, I didn't let him drown. He's fine. Westwood Pool apologizes for it happening. If there's anything we can do-"
"Oh that won't be necessary because we won't be coming back. You call yourselves lifeguards?" she scoffed before lifting her son into her arms and 'marching' away. I groaned and turned to Catherine, who was on the phone with EMS, telling them to not come.
"Casey, it's not your fault," the blonde said. "She was just being a fussy mother. They'll be back." I shook my head and got back in my chair. Shannon, Rob, Linda, our last lifeguard on duty, and I blew one long blast and the kids splashed into the pool. I felt someone tap my ankle after about 5 minutes. It was Rob again, here to relieve me. Catherine was now on duty and I could leave. I climbed down, paused to let him get up. I handed him my stuff and walked over to the lounge. I was just about to head out when I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I opened my mouth to scream but felt a hand clamp over it, spinning me around. It was the brown-haired guy, the regular.
"Don't ever do that again," I said, batting his hand away. He smiled at me. He did one of those sweeping bows and I rolled my eyes.
"The name's Cappie-"
"What kind of name is Cappie?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
"The kind of name I made up myself. It's my nickname. You don't want to know my real name? Now what's the name of this lovely lady?" he answered. I shrugged one shoulder.
"Casey. Why?"
"It's a pleasure, Casey.""Can I ask you a question?" Cappie thought for a moment.
"You just did." I glared at him. "Alright. What's your question?"
"What do you want?" He grinned at me.
I looked at him. He let his grin drop before talking. "Will you go on a date with me?" My heart stopped. No, no, no. He can't be serious.
"Why should I?" I questioned. He thought for a moment.
He shrugged. "I don't know, why?" I leaned on my left leg. "Just one date." I thought about it for a moment.
"I guess." He let the smile come back, and for some reason I liked it better that way.
"Pick you up at seven for a movie?" I smiled and grabbed my towel again.
"You better." I turned around and walked out, hearing a low whistle on my way out.
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