Zayne

Your standing at your window drinking in the early morning sunshine. Your eyes notice a silhouette swimming laps in your backyard pool. Running down the staircase in your shorts and baggy tee, you step out onto the patio. Crossing the warm summer grass, you step onto the blistering concrete surrounding the pool in your bare feet. You curse yourself for not putting on flip flops. "Hey, hello!" You yell at the stranger in your pool. He doesn't seem to hear you. "Hey!" You yell louder. Still no answer. You walk over to the edge line picking up a good-sized rock. Standing back at the pool, you toss the rock into the pool with a hearty throw. It lands with a splash and a plunk next to Zayne's head, momentarily stunning him. He stops swimming laps and pushes up from the water. His eyes locking on yours he says, "Watch where you are throwing things, you could seriously injure a guy." You cross your arms over your chest. "Yeah, well, get out of my pool." He stands there. "Your pool?" He's cocky. "Yes, my pool." You glare. "Until recently I thought this was of free use." He smirks. "Don't you have one of your own?" You snap. "I like yours better." "Well, don't." Zayne stands there swinging his arms back and forth through the water letting it filter through his fingers. With a few strides he now stands before you at your feet in the pool. "What?" You say as he gazes up at you. "Nothing." He smirks. "Then, get out." Your anger rising. "Say please." He coaxes. "No." you reply. "Then I'll stay." He settles in the water. "Ugh, fine. Please." You deadpan. "Say it like you mean it." He smiles. Gritting your teeth, putting on a fake smile and batting your eyelashes you say, "Could you please with cherries on top get out of my pool." He stands there considering. "I don't like the sarcasm, but okay." He braces himself against the pool pushing himself out.