The TigerSharks Part 2

They all took turns slowly getting off the pool, exposing the rest of their perfectly sculpted bodies.

This whole situation was just so overwhelming and all I could do was stand still and observe them.

One was running fast, his eyes gleaming from what looked like excitement.

"Heyy I'm Trevor! Welcome to the team." He smiled very politely as he hugged me, making my shirt start to soak up from the pool water traveling down his body. Thank God I'm wearing a black shirt.

Another boy quickly came into view, but this time taller, his eyes shimmering towards me.

"Wassup, my name is Abel, Abel Brown." Abel greeted me by shaking my hand, then walking were Trevor was.

The next boy had gorgeously high cheek bones, his face chiseled as his light brown eyes slashed through me.

"My name is Levi, I'm delighted to have you on the team with us." Levi gazed at me with his light brown eyes. He had an English accent that sounded so smooth and gentle, sending waves of pleasure run through my ears.

Out of nowhere he then held my right hand up kissing it with his soft, pink lips.

I was not ready for that at all. Not knowing how I should reply back, I just looked at him with a staggered look on my face.

"Yea, yea, Levi move!" The next guy interrupted, pushing Levi away. "I'm Dalton, nice to meet you." He cooed, winking at me. Dalton had a subtle Italian accent which complemented his masculine appearance.

"Nice to meet you too." I softly spoke as the next boy intimidatingly walked in front of me, his perfectly defined abs demanding attention.

The next one came, a strand of sleek black hair perfectly falling onto his face as he devilishly smirked towards me.

"Hey miss, my name is Diego, but I prefer you to call me Papi...Naw I'm just playing, welcome to the team." He laughed, running his hand through his damp hair.

Did he seriously just say that?

My cheeks burned as my eyes widened at him. What he said caused everyone to laugh to themselves silently, trying hard not to anger the coach. I was so embarrassed as I felt my cheeks redden. I decided to just give him a polite smile since I didn't know what to say back.

"Alright the next 5 boys your up." The coach raised his hand up, gesturing for them to come to me.

All these boys were angels sent from heaven. None of them were unattractive at all, which made me feel somewhat unconfident and insecure about the way I looked.

If I knew I was going to be switched to a team filled with beach magazine models, I would've worn something other than a big black shirt that made me look like a mushroom.

"I'm Steven." The boy murmured, giving me a very unnecessary dirty look, as he walked away from me.

Someone woke up a bitch today.

"I'm Braxton, you busy later?" He queried confidently, glancing back at his other teammates who started laughing hysterically at the back.

"U-um yea, I am actually." I replied awkwardly.

I looked straight into his green sparkling eyes that clearly reflected my face on it as he put his head down in disappointment. His teammates just laughed at him, as he walked to their direction.

"Hey babe, my names Max! You down to get laid?" He smirked.

My mouth widened as my head snapped at his direction, completely caught off guard as his tongue slowly went over his reddened lips.

The amount of confidence this fuck boy has is to damn high! I didn't quite know how to react, so I just looked at the coach with an offended look. Then looking back at Max, who still had that devilish look on his face.

"You down to get smacked?" I raised my voice, emitting a large commotion across the gymnasium.

"Damn!"

"Max got his ass handed by a girl!"

"You're so stupid Max!"

"Yeet!"

"Hahahaha!"

What I said made Max's mouth subtly open, he then chuckled to himself. "See, baby we're meant for each other. You already know one of my hidden kinks." He winked, making me actually throw up inside my mouth.

"Max, please don't be desperate, it's embarrassing." The Coach sighed, giving him a look of repugnance.

Max's light eyes glanced at me one last time as he let out a widened smirk. "Come on coach, I was just playing with her." He spoke, proceeding to walk away.

All of a sudden, a dark haired boy with nice brown eyes came up to me "Don't listen to him." He rolled his eyes as he waved Max away. "He's stupid. My names Caleb, it's nice to meet you." Caleb beamed at me, sticking his hand out to greet me.

"It's nice to meet you too." I let out quietly as I gave him a bright smile, returning his hand shake.

The last guy to greet me was Logan, which was the one who talked to me earlier. "Welcome to the team, I can tell it's gonna be pretty fun having you around." He looked intently at me, sending another wave of electricity run through my body.

I couldn't stop looking at all of them. They were all so gorgeously handsome and everything that described perfection. I know I should somewhat feel lucky to be in this team. I mean, some girls at school would literally kill to be in my position. But for now, I don't feel that luck a single bit.

"Now Arielle just get dressed then we'll start practicing." The coach smiled as he fixed his cap.

"Alright, coach?" I asked, not knowing his name.

"Coach Alex." He nodded, his blue eyes averting from mine.

The coach didn't even look old at all! He looks like he just turned 30! If he's 30, I'm 30.

Oh my god I'm just kidding. I'm such a mess.

Since there were no other locker rooms, I guess I'm gonna have to use the boys locker room, which was weird since I'm used to using the girls locker room.

I shouldn't even be remotely close to an all boys locker room! This is insane.

As I started undressing to put my swimsuit on, I started to think about the future. A whole year with these boys? How will I survive?

"Hey, Coach told me to give you your number and combination so you can open your locke-" Logan walked in surprising me, causing me to let out a squeal.

He immediately covered his face with his hands. "Fuck I'm so sorry Arielle, I should've warned you I was coming in."

Luckily, I already had something on.

"U-um it's fine, I already have my swimsuit on." I blushed, slowly walking towards him to grab my name tag.

"W-well um, I'm sorry still, I'll alert you next time." He slowly released his hands off his face, placing his hazel eyes on me. "Damn.." He whispered under his breath, looking up-and-down at me as he handed me a piece of paper.

"I'm sorry?" I raised one eyebrow, grabbing the name tag from his grasp.

"W-what? I didn't say anything, just go outside when you're ready." His cheeks quickly flushed, subtly turning his head left and right so I wouldn't see.

Well that was awkward. I know he knew I was

In here, I'm not stupid.

As I walked off the locker room to the pool, I felt their eyes proceed to stab me like knives in every direction.

Diego, who's mouth was slightly open, started to walk towards me.

Oh god, I hate awkward human interaction.

Please don't talk to me.

Please don't talk to me.

FUCK HE'S TALKING TO ME!

"What about a race huh?" Diego suppressed a grin at me as shadows helped define his bare muscular body closer.

I stared at him like a weirdo as I quickly came up with a response. "A-are you sure? I might be a girl but I can swim as fast as you, maybe even faster." I taunted as I adjusted my cap.

Diego gave me a playfully seducing smile. "Then show me what you got." He breathed, his muscles unconsciously flexing towards the pool as I didn't know how to feel.

"Aw shit! Get him Arielle!" Abel hollered from the back, causing loud yells and cheers to echoe through the large gymnasium.

"Is Arielle planning to show her expertise?" Coach Alex laughed to himself as he raised his whistle up to prepare the race.

"It's not that big of a deal." I laughed to myself, noticing Diego looking at me from the corner of his eyes.

"Alright get ready then!" Coach Alex declares, putting the whistle in his mouth.

Diego and I both got ready in unison to dive into the pool.

PRRRRUHH!

As I heard that loud whistle go off, my body rapidly plunged into the water.

Damn! The water is so cold! Although, I did start to feel the freezing temperature of the pool slowly accelerating my adrenaline and giving me a rush of energy to swim faster.

I knew I was getting closer to the end of the pool while still being clueless if I was passing Diego or was losing to him.

I used every strength in my body to reach the end, trying my hardest to win. If I win, that would immediately surpass my goals of a good first impression.

I started to get a clearer view of the edge, preparing to gasp for air as I felt my arms begin to go faster as I felt so determined in winning.

"Ah!" I gasped, wiping the cold water off my face.

Yay me!

"Shit!" Another gasp appeared, guessing I won against Diego.

Suddenly, I felt a strong pair of arms picking me up out off the pool, causing me to widen my eyes.

"You won!" Yelled Logan, who was helping me out of the pool. The other boys were hollering and were going crazy. Why are boys so loud oh my god.

I caught a glimpse of Diego who had an annoyed expression on his face. Boys and their masculinity make them so competitively salty I swear!

I remained quiet as I smiled, not being able to control myself so I still proceeded to stick my tongue out at him like a child.

Logan's strong arms continued to help me up, giving me a view of his veins, which felt somewhat satisfying.

Must be a weird fetish, I don't know, I'm weird.