I hate my new job. I work at a swimming centre in London and I barely get enough money to finance my apartment.
“Y/N, get over here.” Paul yells from across the empty hall. “Over the past week, you haven’t jumped in the pool once.”
“Nobody’s been drowning.” I say under my breathe.
“That’s it. If you don’t get in the pool once today, I will personally make sure you don’t come back here ever again.” He says, sauntering off to the staff room. I hate Paul.
It’s 12:00 and nobody has even attempted to drown yet- guess I’ll need to find a new job. My thoughts are interrupted by the splashing and spluttering of a man, about my age. Heroically, I leap in the pool and dart towards him.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” I say, grabbing him under the shoulders. “Let’s get you out the pool.” Eventually, I haul him onto a sunbed and wrap a towel around him.
“Thank you.” He says after coughing for five minutes.
“It’s okay; it’s all in the job. I’m Y/N.” As he looks up, I have an opportunity to examine his face. It’s perfectly symmetrical, he has fantastic cheek bones and his eyes are breath-taking.
“Phil, I really should give up swimming. Not once have I come here without almost dying.” He laughs.
“I haven’t seen you drown in the past seven days?”
“Ha, I was too busy with the radio and whatnot. You’re new here, right?”
“Yep, I won’t be here for long though, the manager hates me.” I breathe in and giggle on the exhale. “So you work in the radio business, do you? What do you work as? A sound manager?”
“I’m a presenter.” I’m shocked, stunned silence.
“Oh…I’m so sorry…” I try to bring my act back together. “If it’s anything, you have a radio voice, I guess?”
“Oh my gosh, is that the time?” He says quickly, checking his waterproof Pokémon watch. “I really should go; it was really nice meeting you. Thank you for saving me again!” He says as he gets up. Instinctively, I grip his wrist.
“Please take me with you.” I say without thinking. I’m kicking myself on the inside, but I can easily make this a reasonably sane conversation again. “I mean, I don’t want to work here anymore. But I can’t just walk out.”
“Sure, I’ll meet you outside.” Smiling, he walks off to the changing rooms.
“Paul,” I say, knocking gently on the staffroom door. “Paul,” I say this time with authority. “I’m resigning.” The look on his face was definitely worth all this. I throw the whistle on his desk and close the door behind me, wrapping a white towel around my red swimming costume. “Thanks Phil.”
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I really don't like this, I just didn't know how to end it. The story had so much potential...I might re-write it later, but for now- Enjoy!
