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Post by Darren Williams on Oct 10, 2010 16:59:10 GMT 10
Darren believed water to be the ultimate cleanser, which was why, after winning 138 Euros the night before, he found it crucial to immerse himself in the brilliant, refreshing pool. It wasn’t that he felt bad about taking the suckers’ money, but that he felt bad about doing it so easily. The guys who lost were pricks, but Darren sometimes felt like it was boring to wind them up so easily. He knew exactly how to put them down, and then build them up for one final takedown, before taking all their money and leaving them with nothing. It was a simple strategy, one that his regulars, mostly other jocks, never seemed to catch on to. The jocks were the easiest to dupe. They would believe themselves to be amazing, so if you get them to doubt themselves, it was all over.
Darren was putting in lap after lap of freestyle, not really feeling like a proper workout. He was more interested in the talent that littered the edges of the pool. On a lovely Sunday morning like the one they were having, the girls would don their bikinis and hang around, some of them believing that a last minute tan was what would get them through the brisk autumn.
The day was warmer than the ones before, so more people were out than usual. “Thank God this school is full of conceited girls.” Darren thought, as he lifted his head to take a breath and saw all the bikinis lined up in a row on the sun loungers.
At this point, Darren would think of himself as a pervert, but it only took a second to remember the real reason he was thankful that all the people were out by the pool; Miss Hatch. Miss Hatch was the epitome of beautiful, or at least she was in Darren’s opinion. She was the whole reason why Darren dealt with all the jocks.
Miss Hatch was tall, and had gorgeous brunette ringlets that fell to her shoulders. Her big brown eyes were a sight to behold, and Darren loved nothing more than staring at her in her lifeguard’s chair at the head of the lap pool. On that day, she was wearing her full piece red lifeguard’s swimsuit, a costume that Darren loved over all the others. It was reminiscent of Baywatch, giving her even more appeal.
The young guy swam closer to the head of the pool and finally decided to get out. He’d been in there long enough, and if he got out on the side that Miss Hatch’s chair was on, maybe he’d grab her attention. Darren pulled himself out of the water, not daring to glance at his crush, and instead ran his fingers through his hair, slowly, as if in slow motion.
The saddest thing about the situation was the way Darren was imagining himself in Miss Hatch’s eyes; wet, sexy, buff. He laughed at the thought that she hadn’t noticed his firm abs, although the reality was that she wasn’t looking at all, and was instead watching the pool, as was her duty for that morning.
Darren noticed this and sulked away, promising himself that he would grab her attention next Sunday.
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Post by Basha Falstone on Oct 11, 2010 9:54:40 GMT 10
Swimming was to Bea, the perfect exercise, it was efficient as she could work most of her muscles with one exercise and so spend less time than doing several. So, she had headed to the pool upon arriving though was met with tan bodies and bikinis. Bea paid them very little attention. Got in the water and swam a few laps.
She wasn’t a bad swimmer and had almost tried out for the swim team at her last school but then had met her old friends and never tried out. Though, looking around the girl doubted she was anywhere near as good as some of the people in the pool. Considering all the people around the pool, there wasn’t that many actually in the water, well, it was high school and so Bea wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t that different from the pool parties back home.
The laps were finished and she got out of the pool, went back to where her things were, dried herself off a bit, put her towel on the chair and took a seat. As she drank some water she noticed a guy getting out of the water, it wasn’t him so much as how he got out of the water, she bit her lip and had to wonder who he was trying to impress or was it just a look at me kind of move. Maybe, he had done it subconsciously, Bea couldn’t be sure and unless he came over and talked with her it was unlikely she would get a feel for the guy.
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Post by Darren Williams on Oct 16, 2010 19:44:12 GMT 10
Darren walked back over to his towel, taking quick glances back at Miss Hatch who was shouting for a young kid to stop running. Darren rubbed his eye, sleepily, and found his towel where he left it, on a sunchair that was originally next to a blonde bimbo, but now was sat a pretty brunette girl. The teenage boy had trouble keeping his eyes to himself, as usual, but kept his head down until he could get to his dark blue towel and hide under it. Darren picked up his towel and dried off, rubbing his hair so that it didn't drip. Finally the boy took a seat next to the brunette and pretended like she didn't exist, instead picking up the book that he had brought with him and buried himself in it, paying more attention than usual to the girl next to him.
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Post by Basha Falstone on Oct 17, 2010 6:01:15 GMT 10
The girl offered a smile as he came over but the way he was acting she wasn’t sure if he wanted to talk or if he was ignoring her on purpose. She glanced over towards his book. ”Are you reading anything interesting?” The girl asked.
If he didn’t answer she would get her answer she assumed. And depending on how he answered would give her an answer as well. She didn’t know what it was but the ignoring her was a little bothersome. Not that she wanted or needed a lot of attention but he was being a little confusing about the way he was going about it.
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Post by Darren Williams on Oct 19, 2010 12:55:33 GMT 10
Darren heard the pretty brunette talk, and he tried to hide his smile. The first thing he thought was, "Say something smart", and the second was, "I wonder why she wants to talk to me?"
So Darren rolled his head to the side to look over at the pretty girl, and gave a lazy smile, the sort of move that he had been trying on women since he became aware of them, and said, "Oh, it's nothing. Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand. Kinda trivial, really."
At this point, Darren was just throwing words around. He had memorised the title and author when he tried to seduce a redhead in the library a few days prior. The boy closed his book, quickly, and put it on the table to his right, away from the girl where she might notice that it was Assassin's Creed: Renaissance, a novelised version of a video game that he played.
"I've not seen you around the pool before. Are you new, or something?" Darren asked, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to look cool and nonchalant.
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Post by Basha Falstone on Oct 20, 2010 2:35:28 GMT 10
Bea liked to talk to and meet people. She wasn’t exactly a wallflower and it was nice to hold a decent conversation with someone. ”Oh, I haven’t gotten a chance to read that yet.” She said honestly. ”Though, I’ve heard it can be interesting, in parts.” The way he said it was trivial made her wonder if he was reading it for a class.
Bea didn’t really play video games and to be honest probably wouldn’t have connected the title with the game. Though, she would have wondered why he had lied about what he was reading. As it didn’t matter much to her. Yeah, she was smart, but there was a difference between being smart and throwing it in people’s faces. To say or act like what someone was reading wasn’t smart enough, was a little conceited in Bea’s opinion.
”Yes. I just started. Transferred from my old school.” She paused only briefly. ”I’m Basha by the way but feel free to call me Bea.” She offered him time to introduce himself before going on. ”So, what are you studying here?”
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Post by Darren Williams on Oct 22, 2010 3:47:31 GMT 10
Darren almost breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that the brunette hadn't read the book he was pretending to read, but he didn't. The girl told him that she was new, and that her name was Basha, or Bea, and asked what he studied.
The boy leant forward, toward Bea, and outstretched his hand. "I'm Darren. Darren Williams. I'm here for swimming." Darren jerked his thumb at the pool. "What are you in for? Modelling?"
This was the extent of Darren's "moves", though he had no doubt that the girl wouldn't be phased by his flattery, and would laugh in his face. This was why Darren was better at poker than picking up chicks. Poker was easier. Much easier.
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Post by Basha Falstone on Oct 22, 2010 12:18:03 GMT 10
Bea easily accepted his hand. It’s nice to meet you, Darren.” Nodding at his response to his major. ”Oh, that would explain why your form was so good.” What could she say the way he swam had caught her eye as he was really good. ”Uh…no.” Though, his comment about the modeling got a slight smile from her and she simply let it go, even if it did seem like a pick up line. ”Mathematics.”
She waited to see if he gave the same response most did, surprise. For some reason, many people didn’t think she looked anything like someone who would be good at Math. Stereotypes, she assumed or something like that. ”What year are you in?” She was a little curious by this point and well what is curiosity unless you get some answers.
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Post by Darren Williams on Oct 25, 2010 19:29:00 GMT 10
Just as he suspected, Bea didn't swoon over his line, but she did smile, if only a little, and that was enough to spur him on. It was a beautiful smile, so the boy smiled back, maybe even a little sheepishly. He shouldn't've hoped his bad line would work, but he was still happy he said it.
When she corrected him on her talent, Darren raised his eyebrows. "I always hated math. I blame it on bad teachers and stuff, but I'm probably just naturally crap at it." He paused. "Maybe you could tutor me sometime."
She asked what year he was in, and Darren shrugged his shoulders, because he didn't think it mattered, but answered her question anyway. "Eleven. You?"
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Post by Basha Falstone on Oct 26, 2010 9:02:17 GMT 10
She nodded to what he said. Math wasn’t for everyone but it was something she had always been good at. ”Well, I’ll make you a deal; I’ll tutor you in math, if you help me improve my form in swimming. I used to swim a lot but have gotten out of practice.” Bea looked at him. ”Would that be good with you?” It seemed like a reasonable trade off.
”Ten” She commented to her year. ”So, I was wondering if there was much to do outside of school.” She had yet to be off of the school grounds. Bea knew there was a beach, some place, near by but had yet to see it. Though, that was about the extent of her knowledge.
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Post by Darren Williams on Oct 26, 2010 15:06:35 GMT 10
Darren was a little stunned by her proposal. He really wasn't expecting Bea to accept him so quickly. It really seemed like this was a case of more than meets the eye, so Darren nodded as he leant forward. "Sure, that sounds great. I've actually got a test coming up on algebra next Friday. How about we meet in the library at four tomorrow? I bet algebra sounds easy to you, but I'm having some trouble with it."
When Darren thought of helping Bea with her form, he put his hands on his knees, as if to steady himself. She was pretty cute in her swimsuit, but Darren couldn't resist but think about what she would be like in the pool. He shook his head a little, to focus on the conversation, but kept her in the back of his head.
"Yeah, actually there are a couple of places close to here. The beach is a place I spent most of the summer." He pointed to his lightly sunburnt shoulders. "Obviously, but not I have to practice here, cause it's getting colder, but if you do go, make sure you hit the jetty. It's a thrill jumping off it. There are a couple of restaurants down the road, nothing special though."
Darren hoped he was being helpful. The new girl obviously wanted a friend, but perhaps he wasn't the best one to be it. Except for her interest in swimming, it looked like they had little in common, though that wasn't going to stop him from perusing her. Not one bit.
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Post by Basha Falstone on Oct 26, 2010 23:15:11 GMT 10
Bea was just the type willing to give people the benefit of the doubt, before getting to know them. Some people surprised you, after all. Her best friend, back home, and her had little in common actually. The girl had her heart set on being a fashion designer and was all into clothes and such but she had been there for Bea though everything. She often thought if she hadn’t given the girl a chance they wouldn’t be friends now.
”Sure four at the library sounds fine.” She smiled at him.
Well, it wasn’t New York but she knew that coming here. He mentioned jumping off the jetty and her eyes glanced towards him. ”Well, I’ve never done that before.” She thought. ”Sounds like fun.” Well, it did. ”I guess I’ll have to check out some of the restaurants when I get bored of the food here.”
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Post by Darren Williams on Nov 8, 2010 18:31:02 GMT 10
Darren nodded. He was surprised that Bea had so willingly agreed to tutor him. He was inwardly thrilled at the idea of seeing her again, as he didn't have a whole lot of time to spare between school, poker, video games and swimming. Darren looked at his water-proof water and frowned a little. He was running a tad late, but he knew the guys wouldn't start the game without him. He had said that he would be back in the dorm by eleven, but obviously, taking into account the shower that he should have, he wouldn't get there til quarter past.
Darren shrugged to himself just as Bea spoke about the jetty and the resturaunts, to which Darren nodded, with a little smile. He wanted to spend more time with this girl, but he just didn't have any to spare, so the boy got up, and nodded at the change rooms.
"I've gotta go now, gotta have a shower, but I'll see you tomorrow at four, right? In the library?" Darren waited for Bea to reply as he picked up his towel and slung in over his shoulder. He picked up his book as well, and smiled at Bea.
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Post by Basha Falstone on Nov 9, 2010 11:02:44 GMT 10
”Yes, four tomorrow, I’ll be there.” She smiled back at him. Darren was likable in a way and had been nice. Besides, his pick up lines hadn’t offended her in the least; she had found them kind of amusing. Bea had heard much worse in her time.
She waved a good bye to him as he was obviously about to leave. Well, this had been more interesting than she had imaged a trip to the pool would be. She wondered though if he only knew of her past if he might just run in the opposite direction. Bea had become a very different person now but, as she had found out, not everyone was so willing to believe that.
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Post by Darren Williams on Nov 14, 2010 21:43:07 GMT 10
Darren nodded his head at Bea with a brief smile. The girl was cute, of that he was certain, but she didn't seem to have anything else that he found interesting in her. Sure, the math thing would come in handy, and she didn't seem to be a complete geek or anything, but he didn't see anything else.
None the less, Darren felt drawn to her. There must be something inside, something dark. Something that he could find out, like a puzzle. Hopefully he wouldn't get bored of this one like he did all the others. Bea would have to have a riddle, or else she would just be eye candy, which was more than just disappointing.
Darren turned on his heel and walked in the direction of the change rooms, glancing dreamily at Miss Hatch in her red one-piece as he went.
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