Summer Break

It'd been a total of thirty minutes Niko had been begging me. When he'd rushed down the stairs, he flashed his phone in my face to show that the pool was open and his friends are going. Meaning: He just had to go. 

His dumb friends who bailed on him earlier were apparently going to be going as well. I made sure that Peter wasn't going, to which he assured me. 

That was the only reason why I'd agreed. That, and the fact it was boiling outside even though the sun was close to setting and the country club was the nicest pool in town.

So, understand when I say that this is why I'm currently lounging on a chair while Niko and his friends play chicken in the pool. 

I'd already slathered myself in sunblock and a little tanning oil, put my sunglasses on, filled my water bottle- making sure it was the good ice, laid out my towel, and tied my hair back. I was set for the day and I wasn't moving. 

I wasn't sure if the tanning oil was going to work right now but we were experimenting today. I was going to see if it still worked. 

"Charlie! Come play with us, we need a ref!" One of the boys shout from the pool. With one eye open,I see it's Niko's friend Mathew. He swims to the side of the pool and pulls himself up. 

He smirks at me when he sees that I'm watching him. What he doesn't know is that I'm not watching him in the way he thinks I am. I'm looking at him as a sister would look at her cringe brother- Disgusted. 

He saunters over to me in my chair, dripping wet, and towers over me. He watches me for what feels like forever before I actually sit up and properly look him in the eyes. 

"What Matt. You're dripping all over me, Asshole." I seethe, dapping the droplets off of me. 

Mathew smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at me suggestively. "Dripping huh?" 

I roll my eyes at him and stand up. He chuckles from beside me and runs to the pool before jumping in. I don't know what that was supposed to do but if he was supposed to splash me, he'd failed. 

I guess he was expecting me to also join them in the pool, but I wasn't going to do that. He watched me walk away and go into the bathroom. 

So much for not moving. 

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I think the worst part about pools are the bathrooms. Even at the country club, the bathrooms were made of cement flooring and white brick walls. They'd tried to make the place nicer by putting smell goods, benches, actual blowdryers and hair driers, and semi decent showers, but that didn't stop the floor from feeling soggy. 

Right inside the bathroom entrance was a puddle of water sitting there, for god knows how long. I cringe and hop over it carefully. The rest of the floor wasn't much better but at least they were smaller than the first puddle. 

Of course I forgot my damn sandals. 

I didn't technically need to go use the bathroom, but I did need a break from being hit on by the human version of a toad. Just thinking about it, made me want to barf. 

While I was in here, I was going to maximize my experience. The country club was quite possibly the nicest pool in town. It's what I'd expect it to be if I were paying for it. Despite the horrid floors, everything else was quite nice. 

There was a decently sized vanity prepped with ready-to-use styling equipment tucked away in side compartments; a towel warming station that looked oddly similar to a clear fridge; Ten decently sized showers equipped with jets and soaps; Robes, for whatever reason; changing rooms; and, of course, bathroom stalls with a small bench inside.