Lifeguard

Chapter 8

My mother has still been giving me the cold shoulder ever since I completely yelled at her boyfriend like a maniac.

But I'm not apologizing. I decided that I always run back crying for forgiveness so I'm going to wait for her to apologize to me.

We'll see how long this lasts.

Last night I had a weird dream. I dreamt that Nye and I were sitting in our lifeguard chairs like normal, then all these Victoria Secret models just popped out of nowhere and started lathering sunscreen on Nye's back. I kept yelling at them to leave but they would not listen and they just kept putting more on.

Come to think of it, that was actually a really weird dream.

I shake my head quickly to get rid of the thought while my eyes drift lazily around the pool, scanning for anyone stupid enough to drown. Shit. Did I really just think that? Oh my god I'm turning into Nye. I come to realize that I didn't put on sunscreen that morning.

"Hey I'll be right back." I mutter quickly to Nye. He nods, not really listening. I go into the locker room and peel off my lifeguard shirt.

A gaggle of laughing and chattering girls come sweeping into the locker room. Ugh. I know them.

"My little sister told me that Nye lifeguards here! I told you I was right Kenzie!" I hear one of them say. I try to apply my sunscreen expertly fast, but it's too late. They already see me.

"Oh. Hey....Robin." Eva says. They're all wearing expensive bikinis and carrying tote bags loaded with magazines peaking out. "Hey Eva..." I mumble, trying not to look at her. She has probably at least 4 other girls from school with her I recognize. I swallow awkwardly and try to look anywhere else but her bronzer-dusted face. She looks me up and down, "So...what are you doing here?" She asks me.

Oh god. What am I doing here? I can't just tell her I lifeguard with Nye, otherwise she won't leave me alone!

"I, um, well you see I...." I stutter. Eva smirks a little and looks to her friends,

"I think it might be time for some speech therapy." Her friends all laugh in unison, as if this is the funniest thing in the world.

I glare at her, "Are you even swimming today?" I ask.
She looks to her friends and gives a little laugh, "Oh Robin, just do your job." She says, pointing to my lifeguard shirt I'm clutching. I give her one last look, pull my shirt back over my head and march out.