<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/KLzZgg3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maya<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 / Afternoon (3:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Swimming Pool<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Christopher, Michael Open<br/><hr/><br/>“Eh, uh, right... as long as you understand..?” Maya stammered uncomfortably, shuffling herself a few small steps backwards as she tried to regain her verbal footing. Throughout the course of her life she’d grown accustomed to less savoury reactions which ranged from angry shouts, empty threats, to rigid complaints. Every now and then she’d find someone who’d understand her a bit better, and they'd casually shrug off her antics in a joking manner... But being taken seriously wasn’t with her repertoire of possible reactions, and she really had no idea how she should be reacting to someone who seemed to be responding to her with both sincerity and understanding. To make matters worse she’d been purposely exaggerating her bitterness and disappointment by a fair bit, and the fact that she’d managed to elicit a genuine apology was almost enough to make her feel bad.... almost.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for Maya she didn’t really have the luxury to dwell on the falsely led apology for very long as a much more alarming problem decided to shamelessly ascend its way out of the water. The clumsy backwards shuffling of her feet in stark contrast to Chris’s effortless rise out of the water. Her one saving grace was that she'd barely managed to retain her sense of balance... but there was no hiding the brightly flushed splash of pink embarrassment that saturated its way across her cheeks. The fact that Chris was barely clad at all was bad enough... but did he really need to pull himself out of the water so close to her? It wasn’t the first time she’d seen a guy topless, or without their pants on for that matter... but never together, never this close, and never this..... She gulped.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Maya tried to calm her racing heart. Affirming silently within the confines of her own mind that she was overreacting to nothing. It was just swimwear... no different to the skimpy scraps of clothing she was wearing herself... yet reminding herself how exposed she was really wasn’t helping. And despite her best efforts to keep her eyes fixed on anything that wasn’t Christopher... she found her eyes constantly wandering their way back to the broad bronze shoulders, the perfectly sculpted chest, and the firmly defined creases of the abs that almost seemed to glisten thanks to the thin veil of moisture that coated them. Fortunately, she didn’t have the courage to look any lower, but her interest was all too apparent by the way her eyes constantly flickered back briefly towards Chris..... Now that she thought about it, he did have a pretty cute face, and...<br/><br/>Thankfully the sound of someone else intruding into her self-designated kingdom managed to snap her out of her tinged stupor. A brief look of elation showing in her eyes as she moved to secure her ticket away from Christopher and over towards Michael who managed to somehow be both less and more appropriately dressed at the same time. “Hmph you’ll never believe who the club pres... wait...” Maya started off proudly, only to pause and halt herself half-stride. As her mind put two and two together a sudden look of realization dawned in her eyes, her brow furrowing with irritation momentarily as she realized her earlier reaction towards Chris was all Michael's doing. It made perfect sense. She’d only felt the heated tingling sensation during a certain accident she'd experienced at the school... and the cause of that particular accident was standing before her looking all smug. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.<br/><br/>Casting a stern unwelcoming look once in Michael’s direction, Maya abruptly spun on her heel and turned her attention back to Chris. Her back squarely directed towards Michael in a firm act of rejection. She didn’t know how long she’d be able to sustain her grudge... but considering how resilient Michael was to giving her what she wanted... it annoyed her two-fold that he’d have the nerve to wastefully use it on her.<br/>“Professor Hickory isn’t in charge anymore, I am” Maya stated, sounding a lot more confident now that she’d been able to pinpoint the cause of her earlier discomfort. There was nothing wrong with her, it was all Michael’s fault. And the fact that she’d managed to cross off a phrase she’d always wanted to use only served to boost her sense of direction. For the past few moments she’d been of a good mind to refuse Christopher’s request to join based on his attire.... but now that she saw the whole picture, it seemed a bit unfair... even if she still couldn’t look Chris in the eyes.<br/><br/>“If I say this club’s for girls only, it’s for girls only... but I suppose we are a bit short on members....” she paused, intentionally pausing her words for an extended period of time to create the illusion that she was thinking things over. “Twenty laps. If you can swim twenty laps of the pool faster than that guy I’d be more than happy to welcome you into the club with open arms” Maya stated, pointing a thumb over her shoulder in Michael’s general direction.