I shouldn't even be here. I'm so sick of waiting around hoping I get noticed. I see a glance here and there from guys but I've realized it's probably because of my slightly rough appearance. I finally lift myself from the pool chair I'm laying on and get ready to pack up my things, no amount of attention from a man is worth this much skin cancer. I turn my back to the pool and start folding my towel as I'm getting ready to leave. Suddenly I'm whacked in the back of the head, I turn around quickly with every ounce of my body fuming just to stop dead in my tracks.
"Oh. My. God." I stand stunned by the bronzed God in front of me, no longer fuming. "I'm sorry we we're just throwing the football I guess things got out of hand," even his voice was drool worthy, "I'm really sorry it wasn't intentional." Still stunned but again fuming I couldn't stop my attitude, "Yeah you God damn should be!" I realized the harshness of my words and immediately wished I could take them back but I could already tell they'd stung.
"Look miss, let me take you out sometime to make up for it." I meet his gaze, the puppy dog look suit him, with his green eyes and golden flecks. I liked him. "How about you give me your number and I think about it?" He smirked at me now, seeming like a challenge.
At home I'm stuck wondering now, is it too early to text him? I don't think so. It's been about an hour⊠But what if he thinks I'm crazy? I could text him something funny. Yeah I think I'll do that. I pull my phone out and begin to type just to realize I didn't even ask him what his name is. Maybe he hit me so hard I got a concussion.
Finally, I begin my text 'hey this is pool girl. I must be concussed since I forgot to ask your name?'. That seems light and friendly enough. Oh no. What if he thinks it too light and thinks I'm a loser? I begin to pace my kitchen I get no buzz or beep from my phone. I decide to nap. Maybe I'll wake up and he responds. As I try to fall asleep I find myself checking my phone every three seconds until finally, I drift off. My dreams of course are only filled with mystery pool boy. I leaned in for a kiss and BOOM I wake up on the floor. I must've rolled off the couch to "lean in". But since I'm up I glance at my phone andâŠ
Nothing. I open my messages and realize he responded an hour earlier but I must've dismissed the notification. Damnit. "Well pool girl, you might need to get that checked. But my names Justin, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, I was more worried I caused brain damage". Cute and funny? I could get used to this, I type a quick reply "As much as I like the mystery of pool girl, I'm Kayla. But not to worry I couldn't have had more than one brain cell left". Did I seriously just say that?
I wait again for a response, in the meantime I scroll through Instagram and wonder if I can find Justin on there. I search 'Justin' and he's in the first 4 options. Of course I start stalking I scrolled all the way to 2016 when I did the unthinkable. I double tapped. FROM FIVE YEARS AGO. I unliked it. Maybe he won't notice. He might not even use his Instagram. "I see you found me on social media already?" I could've dropped dead where I stood.
"Uh yea sorry I saw we had a mutual friend". We didn't. He's going to know we didn't. "I'm actually really tired I'm going to head to bed, goodnight". His response was unnervingly quick, "goodnight pool girl lol". Well I might as well go to sleep and hope I never wake up.
Waking up after dreaming about Justin I realize I don't even know if he lives in the area or if he's just visiting. I send a quick "where you from" text hoping he doesn't think I'm boring. I begin getting ready for my day as I await his response. I don't have to wait long this time, it's a quick "Independence. Hby?" Growing up not even 10 minutes from there I ask him what his favorite bar is. Again a quick response(nice!), he lets me know it's called Drivers. I assume it's a sports bar but before I can ask he follows up with "Why do you want to go?" *INTERNAL SCREAMING* I calmly text back "sure if you'd like" I send him my address and a time I'm available, he gets back to me with "okay it's a date". Obviously more internal screaming. But I've got a date.