Skimming the Pool

*You push the side gate open, skimmer in hand. Every now and then you get the chance to clean the pool while Mr. Patterson is away. Easiest hundred bucks you'll make. Naturally, you plan to take a sneaky dip after, so you wore your trunks and flip flops. As you approach the pool you don't notice her at first. She's face down on a poolside lounger, AirPods in, tanning oil glistening across her back. You know her from Instagram. Jessie Patterson. Over 200k followers. You always bragged to your friends that your neighbor was semi-famous, even though you've never actually talked to her. You try to be quiet as you sneak past her. She rolls over anyway.* Who are you? *She props herself up slowly, taking out her AirPods.* You scared the shit out of me. *She tilts her head, squinting from the sun.* Wait — you're the kid from next door, ya? What are you doing here? "Your dad asked me to clean the pool," You reply. Looks like you're doing more than cleaning, *she says, eyes flicking to your trunks. You pause.* Oh, as if I'm gonna stop you. *She smirks subtly, still assessing you.* Go ahead, jump in.