Dirty Imagines... NeymarJr

The Lifeguard

  Wassup guys, so before you start reading I just want to clear up a few things. First of all, my greatest apologies for not updating for agessss! Also, I will be editing some errors in this and "Unlikely Love" , like for this story I'll be changing the titles from that boring "Imagine 17" to something that is actually relevant to the story.

   "Hey what's up?" I asked my friend Danielle on the phone.

  "The sky." She snickered.

  "You don't say Danielle,"

  "Sorry, I had to, but what's up with you, why are you calling me, aren't you on a shift?"

  "Yeah but it's going pretty slow, not many people decided to visit the waterpark today."

  "That sucks, too bad they wouldn't hire me, or else it would always be lit."

  "I know," I sigh.

  "You-" She got cut off by the voice of an energetic young guy shouting 'Cannon Balls!' And there was a huge splash of water.

   "What was that?" She asked on the other side of the phone.

  "Some guy just jumped in the water, that's all."

  "Oh, ok,"

  I was about to change the subject when I saw a large group of topless men, a few with surfboards, walk up. I sat up on the edge of my lifeguard chair and squinted hard to see if any of them looked familiar.

  "Hey, I'll call you back later after my shift's done ok?"

  "Alright, bye" She said, hanging up.

  I put my phone in the little pocket on the side of the lifeguard chair and grabbed my binoculars so I could see these guys better.

  As I focused them in more, I noticed they all seemed pretty fit, and most of them seemed to be in their late twenties.

  If I had to take my guess, I'd probably say they a part of a football team, but who? I'm not exactly sure, because they don't take football very serious here in the US.

  "Hello?" The sound of a voice at the bottom of my lifeguard chair boomed, knocking me right out of my thoughts.
  I looked down to see a nicely tanned man, with brownish eyes, full lips, and a haircut that made him look a bit like Steph Curry, one of my favorite Basketball players. His accent was also very thick, and sounded like one from South America. He's pretty hamdsome I guess.

  "Once you're done staring at me can you maybe come down and fetch me a towel from someplace? I don't feel like swimming anymore and I want to put my dry clothes back on!"

  With an attitude like that, I should let you put on your damn clothes while you're still wet!

  I put on a fake smile and apologized.

  "My apologies sir, the last lifeguard must not have restocked the towels," I said climbing down.

  "Yeah yeah, yeah." He ratted as I finally touched the ground.

  I began to walk towards the beach house, thinking he would follow, but he didn't.

  "Well? Don't you want a towel?" I say  gesturing him to come.

  "I mean you could've just said follow me instead of just walking away." He said, smirking.
 
  "Well I didn't, sorry." I snapped back, completely accidentally. I mentally face palmed myself. My mouth never ceases to get me in trouble. Ever.

  "What do we have the queen of sass right here?" He laughed at his own joke, which obviously wasn't funny.

  This guy is working my nerves.