Chapter 3: The Hottest Lifeguard ever
"Grrrrrrr. . . Akihiko, you're not give me my clothes back until I go out there like this, are you?" Hiroki growled.
"Correct. I can't believe you didn't notice me take your clothes once you had them off. . . I just unlocked the door with a hairpin, walked right in, grabbed your clothes, and then locked the door again. Well, I suppose you were to busy fuming at the bikini to notice." Akihiko said smugly.
"Y-you took Kamijou-san's clothes, Usagi-san?" Takahiro asked.
"Indeed. I was the only way to get him to put it on."
"Yes, it was Akihiko, and I demand you return my clothes right now!" Hiroki shouted.
"No."
Hiroki seethed with anger at the author's blunt rejection of his simple request. "You can't make me go out there! I'll just stay locked in this stall, thank you." And with that, Hiroki went back into the stall and locked the door again.
"Oh, but I can. Do you remember those pictures from your birthday party? Yes? Well, I have them in my bag here, and I am going to show them to Takahiro if you don't come out here this instant and promise me you'll go swimming like that."
"W-WHAT!? YOU HAVE THOSE WITH YOU?! HOW DARE YOU! THAT'S BLACKMAIL!!"
"Hiroki, I'm pulling them out of my bag. . ." Akihiko said in a sing-song tone.
Suddenly, the stall door burst open and a red-faced Hiroki came dashing out and ripped the bag from Akihiko's hands. "I will be taking these photos from you!" Hiroki grabbed the photos in a manner that Takahiro couldn't see them and ripped them into a million pieces.
"Not to worry, I have plenty copies at home." Akihiko smirked. "And 10 more in my back pocket."
Hiroki gritted his teeth and he realized he would never reach into his back pocket because it would look like some form of sexual harassment from the point of view of innocent bystanders.
"Screw you! Urgh, there's no way you're letting me off this, is there?"
"Nope."
"Let's just get this over with. . . "
"That's the spirit, Hiroki."
And with that, they walked out onto the scalding sand where the stare of many was directed at Hiroki. "They're all staring at me!" Hiroki whined.
"That's because they think you're a girl. . . an extremely flat chested girl." Akihiko said.
Akihiko was right, Hiroki did look like a girl. He had no muscles or fat, no facial hair (*) and his haircut was a little girlish if you thought about it.
Takahiro spread out a blanket over the ground near the lifeguard and stuck an umbrella into the sand. Hiroki looked up at the lifeguard, but couldn't see the his face because of the sun glaring in his Hiroki's eyes. Then Hiroki noticed a group of guys "checking him out" as people say, or at least the kids at the university.
"Let's just get in the water. . ." Hiroki sighed.
"Good idea, Kamijou-san!" Takahiro chirped.
"C'mon. let's go," Akihiko said over his shoulder, as he had already headed towards the waves. Hiroki and Takahiro jogged to catch up with him, but not before Hiroki tripped. Well, almost tripped; someone caught him. Hiroki turned to thank whoever had caught him, but choked up a little when he saw it was of the guys who had been looking at him before. The man had a smug grin on his face, and his pals walked over to him and Hiroki to "have a chat".
"How about you and me with my pals here go to the snack-bar and have a nice little chat?" one of the guys offered.
"No. . .uhm, I actually have to errr. . . be somewhere–"
"I'm sure you can talk just for a minute or two."
"I'm sorry, but I really have to–"
Hiroki was suddenly cut of by one of the guys mouth's on his own. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Hiroki said as the man grabbed his waist. "Stop that!"
"Watch the hands!" Hiroki spat, swatting the man's hand which had begun to slide a little too down Hiroki's waist for comfort.
"Aww, come on, don't be like that!" One of them said, hugging Hiroki with false affection. Where the hell was Akihiko when he needed him!?
"I'm sorry, is there a problem here?" A tall, looming figure asked politely while domineering over the harassers.
Hiroki tried to get a look at his savior, but he was so tall he became a silhouette against the burning sun.
"N-no, sir!" one of the hoodlums responded.
"C'mon, let's get out of here!" And with that, the suspicious men were gone.
"Are you okay?" the tall man said, kneeling down so he was eye-level with Hiroki. Hiroki was taken back by the piercing blue eyes that met his and the fact that the man's hand was now running gently through Hiroki's hair. The man was quite handsome, no, extremely HOT (thus the title of this chapter) and not only that, but he was a lifeguard! Hiroki didn't respond but kept looking at the man before him.
"Sir? Are you okay?" The lifeguard asked once more.
"Huh? O-h! Yeah. . . I guess." Hiroki snapped out of his trance and returned to reality.
"You seem a bit shaken, perhaps you would like to come inside for a moment with me?" The man said, pointing to a small building where the lifeguards relaxed, basically the teacher's lounge, only for lifeguards.
"Alright," Hiroki replied, letting the man lead him into the cool building.
"Wa-chan! Oh? Who is this you're with?" An old man playing cards with numerous other old folks asked.
"A friend. Will you take over this shift for me?" 'Wa-chan' asked.
Wait a second– these old geezers were lifeguards?!!??
Ah, Whatever, Hiroki thought. At least they've got air conditioning.
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*Hiroki with a beard is just so WRONG. (not in perverted way)
The rating of this story may change...but only to T (only kissing~) ! I don't know how to write smut... and I don't really think this story needs it.
Next chapter: Takahiro and Akihiko wonder where Hiroki went.
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