A Prankster's Revenge

Chapter three- Mr Lifeguard

A/N: This is a working progress of my first ever novel, so don't judge to harshly. Please vote and comment!! Any helpful constructive criticism is wanted. Enjoy! :) 

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"Helloooo?" He questioned. "Anyone in there?"

I felt someone gently prodding my leg. "Hey, wake up. I can't leave the pool unwatched for too much longer."

"Ssshhhh. Just let me sleep." I mumbled turning my head from the voice.

A snort followed, then I felt a sudden sharp poke in between my ribs. I shot upright.

Placing a strong arm on my shoulder he pushed me back down, muscles flexing."I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Head rush.

I supported my head in my hands taking in a deep breath, my vision clearing. I was seated in a white plastic chair in the corner of an office, the walls of which were plastered in photographs. Mostly landscapes, but some were of people. There was one of a couple embracing in London, pedestrians in the background. It was a great peice of art, and I wondered who the photographer was. But sitting in front of me was the man of the hour, the "lifeguard", and we were alone.

To say I felt uncomfortable was an understatement.

My eyes flickered to his. "What do you want?" I muttered, trying to still the swarming in my head.

"What do I want?" He snickered raising his eyebrows. "Hmm, well I have a number of questions to ask you, but right now they will have to wait. This is my job so let me do it." Could I detect a hint reluctance in his voice, as he motioned towards me with his giant hands? I don't know.

"Great, I sure am glad you have a moral compass." I shot back sarcastically, hopefully sounding intimidating, because I sure didn't feel it. I didn't particularly want to come across any more weak than I already appeared.

Who was I kidding. I knew I looked small and fragile in this state. Stupid, tall, arrogant, jerk face.

Mature, I know. But hitting my head really didn't help my blunt, melodramatic thoughts. I could already see the irritable old lady vision becoming a reality now.

"Oh you know nothing about me." He replied smoothly, an ambiguous glint to his eyes. "Seriously though, I think you have a concussion. There's also a cut at the back of your head. I don't think you need stitches though, so just wait for it to heal on its own." He instructed with automated authority.

I nodded. But I wasn't sure how I felt about him inspecting me unconscious. That gave me the shivers. I really didn't know anything about this guy, and I don't know if I wanted to learn.

Fortunately, I was now wrapped in a red lifeguard towel, covering up my bikini. At least he had some decency. There were also a few plasters on my knees where I guess I had fallen. After I noticed them, a stabbing pain shot under my skin, down my spine to my legs.

Looking back, I realised that the little girl who pushed me over didn't even apologise! What was with the youth of today?

My damp hair hung in waves around my face as I inspected the rest of my legs for injuries. I probably looked like a droopy red sausage as my arms were securely trapped by my sides under the towel. I snickered at that. While he on the other hand looked, well, like a god. I couldn't pick if he looked more like a Greek one, or like Loki. Not that I would ever admit to thinking that while his eyes raked up my body.

Now really studying him for the first time, I realised he had a strong jaw with the kind of cheekbones that caused a constant shadow to fall on his lower cheeks. I could even see a slight purple smudge under his left eye where I had shot him. No wonder he held a bitterness towards me.