Teen Wolf Imagines

I Can't Swim

If you guys haven't read my 'Scott McCall Imagines' story, this is just a small reminder that it exists. I will only be writing Scott imagines there, so if you're a Scott fan, that book is for you.
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The raging California sun sat high and mighty on its throne in the cloudless summer skies. The atmosphere was dry and indescribably warm. You sat in a lawn chair under the shade of a poolside umbrella, watching your friends jump into the cool sparkling water of the local pool.

"(Y/N), come on!!" The shouts of encouragement from your friends rang out repeatedly.

"No thanks guys, I'm fine here." You yelled back.

"Come on! At least dip your feet in the water!"

You debated with yourself before finally deciding submerging your feet under water wouldn't do any harm, and it would help you cool off a bit. Hesitantly, you sat on the hot concrete edge of the pool and stuck you legs into the liquid. A quiet breath was released as you felt a light relief from the heat. As you began to relax to being so close to the water's edge, the presence of two hands on your back confirmed your worst fears.

As liquid death surrounded your sinking body, you furiously moved your arms and legs back and forth, attempting to mimic swimming like movements in the water. Struggling to break the surface, you opened your eyes to see how far away you were in the midst of your panicking. I'm going to die. I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna fucking die. Oh god, no, I'm too young for this. Please, please I'll never ask for anything else, just get me to the surface. As you began to feel an overwhelming need of air, a dark blob appeared, its image wavering in the water. You felt yourself being pulled upwards, one arm wrapped around the front of your chest.

The warm air hit your face and you sucked a large quantity of oxygen into your lungs. Brushing the hair out of your face, you turned to thank your savior, who was still pulling you toward the pool edge.

"Thank you, oh my god thank you."

"It's only my job, but you're welcome. Are you okay? Do you need anything?" You heard his euphonious voice a bit before you saw his face.

"A lifetime of therapy and some swimming lessons maybe." You smiled gently, despite what you just went through and looked up at the person who rescued you. Your eyes were met with kind brown ones and a dazzling smile. You recognized the face as the lifeguard that ran this pool, and who also happened to be in your fifth period English class. You got caught up staring at his defined abdomen and charming face.

"Lifeguard, huh I knew that, you didn't tell me you were a model too." You mumbled.

"Uh thank you." He laughed softly, a gentle pink washing over his tan cheeks.

The sweet moment was ruined by the small crowd of rowdy people gathering beside the scene.

"Oh my god, (Y/N), I'm sorry!! I am so so so sorry. I never knew you couldn't swim." One of your friends cried out apologetically.

"No no it's fine, I never told you guys anyway, I couldn't possibly expect you to know."

"I know, but still, I shouldn't have pushed you in."

"It's all cool, you're forgiven, it was just horseplay haha." You were a little pissed off at your friend for what happened, but you knew you couldn't blame them. You were only glad they were being so kind about it and no one was judging you for your inability to swim, but were actually making sure you were all right. A few other 'are you okays' and 'we're so sorrys' rang out. After everyone made sure all was well, they returned to their frolicking in the pool, this time, understanding the circumstances, not asking you to join. Instead, you watched them from under the shade of the large umbrella as before, sipping on your watered down lemonade as the ice had long ago melted.

"You doing alright?" The lifeguard, Scott, you think, laid down in the lawn chair beside yours, his glorious tan chest all stretched out before you eyes. You suddenly grew very self conscious of your body, in that tiny little bathing suit your friends swore made you look like a hot tamale. Keeping your eyes focused on the pool, you replied with simple nod.

"Shouldn't you be up there? In the lifeguard's seat, in case someone else nearly drowns?"

He chuckled. "I've been watching every one of your friends for the hour you guys have been here. They're all excellent swimmers, there's no possibility of them drowning. And anyway, the I needed a break from being so close to the sun. It's even hotter up there you know?"

"Yeah." A few awkward seconds passed before he said anything.

"So why haven't you ever talked to me before? In English class."

For a moment there you forgot he went to Beacon Hills High School. "Well uh, I don't know. I never really had the chance I guess."

"Will you be talking to me from now on then? I mean I did save your life." He smirked.

You laughed at his comment. "Of course."

"We're friends now then right?"

"You could say that."

"Well friends help each other out don't they?"

"They do." You turned to face him, curious of what his intentions were.

"Well see there's this cute little diner that just opened up, and I really want to go. But my problem is, I don't like going places alone."

You began to smile, developing an idea of where he was going with this.

"Would you like to come with me? And maybe, if you like it, we can other places together too."

"Are you, maybe, asking me on a date?"

"Maybe I am?"

"Well if you maybe are, then I'll maybe say yes.."

"So that's, that's a yes? You'll go on a date with me?"

"Absolutely." You giggled as he not so silently exclaimed 'yes!'. Nearly dying was worth scoring a date with this cutie.