Brett Talbot Imagines

Part 50

Author's Note: I'm back!!! But like for a few days only because I am finally venturing into my Thesis year so no social life for me for at least a year and a half? But wow! I haven't updated this since August last year. But here it is, just a small light funny imagine to start off.  Hope you guys like this one! Sending you guys lots of love for still reading this ♥

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Changing into your swimming attire with the Devenford prep logo on the back with your surname on it, you all lined up while listening intently to the coach who was talking to all of you through the basics before going into the water. You could confidently say that you can last longer in the water because you know how to float. And by float you meant literally just there.

Floating on the water.

Motionless.

Not really knowing how to paddle yourself back to solid ground because you're too scared to move, because you kept thinking that once you attempt to 'swim' your way, you'll eventually drown. Okay, exaggerations aside, you kind of know a little bit on swimming that could save your life. But that's that. Nothing special, no Michael Phelps hulabaloo that you know of.

"Are we clear?" The coach whistled which brought you back from your train of thought.

Gulping inaudibly, you looked to your right to see a few more students enter the swimming pool area.

"What the hell are these guys doing here?" Coach Frida, as you've remembered the name during the orientation, whispered angrily as she made her way through her class and in front of the growing group of tall and well-built boys.

"Frida!" A beer-bellied man also went through the said well-built boys as he shouted your coach's name rather cheerfully.

"What are they doing here? Shouldn't they be playing lacrosse out on the field?"

"They should be. But today's supposed practice time will be their penalty time."

"For what?" Your coach was starting to get mad because she felt that her territory, the swimming pool area, was getting invaded.

"I could tell you but it's quite a long list." The lacrosse team's head coach replied.

Coach Frida could only roll her eyes in disbelief.

"That is why I'm giving them to you for the day," he said almost immediately before making an excuse that he was running late for an appointment then with it he walked out of the area without another word leaving the other coach lost.

"Alright," the coach sighed deeply before straightening her back and walking back to the diveboard she was standing on earlier.

"Get your asses lined up here!" She whistled to the lacrosse team making them almost bow their heads while scurrying near the students having their PE class.

After she went through all the basics on the list again, you were all now ready to go down into the water.

"What did you do now?" you asked when Brett sat beside you on a bench, the two of you were certainly not dating but to others it always looked like the two of you were that kind of a couple who'd fight and quarrel so much then make-out after.
Though the two of you didn't see much each other in school, it was always entertaining when your paths would cross.

"The freshmen on the team decided that it would be a great idea to show up drunk during practice and involve all us into this punishment." Brett answered before letting the words 'asshole' come through after.

"Then you should've kept an eye on him more." You said.

"I'm not his babysitter, Y/N."

Here we go again. You thought as you felt another quarrel going on. Though your quarrels consisted mostly of playful banter and who'd make who look dumber.

"But you're the team captain."

The both of you can honestly go and on, but the whistle that called the two of you cut off your quarreling. Once it was your turn to line up to dive in, you noticed that Brett had his arms crossed over his rather well-built chest, the muscles on his biceps, arms, pecs all showing off just how much he's worked hard in the field.

"What?" you asked him. "What's wrong."

"If I fell into a water with sharks-"

"There're no freakin sharks in the pool-"

"Just a thought!" he exclaimed that the two of you could only here.

"If I fell into a water with sharks, you're going to save me, right?" He asked again.

"For you?" You looked at him thoughtfully.

"I can't swim." You shrugged with a smirk on your face before diving in and splashing pool water on his face all the while hearing a few chuckles and giggles here and there when the class and part of the lacrosse team heard the both of you.