Author Note – Ok, no one reviewed.  I will continue to write though. I just want to note, that this book is based mostly on the TV show, with hints of the books. Sorry if there was any confusion. If you are reading my story, please review, so I know someone is reading, and I will not be writing to no one.

Chapter Two – The Stalker

Irma walked to the public pool, smiling brightly at every hot guy she pass, which were many. She arrived at the pool, about ten minutes, after she left her house. She quickly discarded her clothes and flip flops, and dove in to the pool.

When her body plunged it the water's surface, she could feel a tingling sensation. It happened every time she went swimming. Irma took a deep breath, in the water and smiled.

'It felt like just last week, she learned she could breathe under water. Wait, in fact it HAD been last week.' Irma thought to herself giggling. It had happened, when her parents refused to let her join the other girls on their vacation to the 'beach', but they were really going to Meridian, where Elyon had taken her rightful place on the throne. Irma had put on a great tantrum, and locked herself in the nearest room – the bathroom.

Finding nothing else to do, she decided to take long, hot bath. She had fiddled with her powers, until she feel asleep. Her head had gone beneath the water's surface, and when she woke up she gave a gasp. Then she gasped again, it felt as if she were still breathing in air, except for the part where she was wet.

Irma gave a sigh, as she swam around in the pools perimeter. It had been two years since Will, Irma, Taranee, Cornelia, and Hay Lin discovered their powers, three month's since they had kicked Phobos's butt and won the war, and one day since Will, Taranee, Cornelia, Hay Lin, Caleb, and Hay Lin's grandma had gone to Meridian. There was still three more days until they would return.

Irma laid on her back, on the bottom the pool, and saw the lifeguard staring at her. Irma sighed, as she went to the surface, so the lifeguard wouldn't think she had drowned. 'Well, what can I do now?' Irma thought to herself. 'Maybe I should have brought a book, that I could read, in a quiet area of the pool, where there were no nosy lifeguards.' At that thought, Irma giggled.

If you had told Irma, two years ago, she would like reading in two years, she would say they were nuts. Now, Irma guessed after running around saving the world, sitting back and reading sound fun. Irma entertained herself, by shooting out small jets of water, from her finger, although it didn't do much in the pool. After five hours in the pool, Irma decided she should start heading home.

Irma climbed out of the pool, and grabbed her towel and beach bag, where she had stored her clothes. Irma walked to the shower rooms, where she could order the pool water off of her, with out attracting attention. When she got into her own shower stall, Irma whispered, "Get off me water." The water obeyed, and flew off her, and down the drain.

Irma smiled to herself, being the water guardian was fun. Irma didn't bother putting on her shorts and tank top on again; her body was in perfect shape, due to being a guardian. Irma could strut down the sidewalk, in her swimsuit, and not feel embarrassed. She slipped on her flip flops, and left the pool, heading for home.

As Irma walked home, she had that strange feeling, that someone was following her. She glanced back, to see a man dressed in black. Irma tried to see who he was, but was to far away. She continued to walk, picking up her pace. She glanced back every few seconds, to see him still following her. 'What am I doing?" she asked herself, 'I am the water guardian, I shouldn't fear some thug off the streets.'

Irma came to halt, and waited for whoever it was to catch up. She tapped her foot expectantly. As the man came closer, Irma recognized his face. It was geeky Martin Tubbs, the boy who loved her to pieces. 'Why can't some hot guy like me?' Irma thought bitterly.

As Martin caught up, Irma felt her stomach twisted, it was the same feeling she got when something bad was going to happen. Just then, Irma noticed Marin was wearing black! That was very un-Martin like, and that thought made Irma even more nervous, as he finally stopped next to her, with a weird grin.

Author Note- Oh my god cliffie! Hope you liked it.