"Why didn't they ask the guys?"

"Firstly, our guys' team are shit. Sorry, not sorry. They barely train. Secondly, they said none of them were good looking enough to sacrifice their safety for," Lisa shrugged in agreement.

Emily still had an unexplainable unease about it, but she thought 'what's the worst that could go wrong?' "Guess we're going then."

Emily never liked lifeguard duty. It's strange to her being near a pool and not going in it. What's worse is that she has to watch other people have fun in it.

Suck it up. It's a fundraising event.

The summer pool party is yearly event that the football team and the cheerleading squad organize for a charity of their choice that year, but most people know that that was a cover up just to be able to throw a huge party using college facilities; for the jocks to walk around half-naked with reason; and to provide an "appropriate" setting for younger, better-looking professors to mingle with students.

SLAP!

The sound was followed by a stinging feeling on her butt cheek. Emily turned around, hand at the ready-

"Woah woah. It's just me."

"Seriously Lisa?" Her friend in the matching lifeguard shirt only chuckled. "I thought you were one of those guys again. I could have slapped you," she said seriously… well, she tried.

"Aww, look at you, being tough," the shorter girl teased. "You have a nice butt. I can't help it. Plus, I don't see anyone claiming it," she pushed further, earning herself a light shove.

"Doesn't mean you can slap it whenever you want," she scoffed.

The party went on, and soon enough it ended. As usual, she didn't do much, and sadly the outdoor pool had become an extract of the dead sea; red solo cups, food wrappers, slippers, and many unidentifiable things floated (and some sank) in the water; a horrific sight for the swimmers who were on lifeguard duty. Thankfully, a few cheerleaders stayed back to clean up.

"Emily, right?"

"Mmhmm," she stayed focus on catching a slipper floating in the pool with her net. That was until, a hand stopped it. Looking up to see who it was was a mistake, she could have had a heart attack then and there. Blonde, short hair, hazel eyes, pink lips… just- a stunning face, knocked the wind out of the swimmer. Emily should really find a way to stop getting stupefied by beautiful girls. She felt like any other adolescent boy out there, but before anything, she stopped herself from drooling.

"You guys really don't have to do this. The cheerleading squad will clean everything up, I promise. You'll have a brand new pool by tomorrow," she said sincerely.

She's nice too.

"It's okay. We… uhh… like cleaning the pool."

The blonde smiled, slowly taking the net from Emily, "Emily. I heard you're a great swimmer. I've always wanted to watch the girls' team compete, but practice times always clash with your competitions. And I don't mean this in a bad way, it's sweet actually, but you're not a very good liar."

Idiot.

She squeezed her arm to reassure her, making Emily that much more conscious, "We'll handle it. I mean, you guys did this for free so we really can't ask you for any more."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Very sure. Your friends are already sold on it," the cheerleader looks to where the three other lifeguards were; all were waving at Emily to hurry up. "Thanks for coming Em. Can I call you Em?"

"Yeah. O-of course," she said, surprising herself from her ability to reply.

"I'm Quinn, by the way."

"I know," she said a little too quickly. "I mean, everyone- knows…"

The blonde giggles, "Now go, you've worked enough."

"Hmmhmm… Bye."

"Bye."

"She's actually really nice." "I know right."

Emily caught up to her team-mates. Comfortably resting an arm around Lisa's shoulders, she's always told her this, so she won't say it this time, but the girl was perfect arm rest height.

"Who is?"

"Quinn Fabray"