Willa, who had been sitting with her feet in the pool, suddenly slid herself down into the water and swam to the end of the pool without so much as coming up for breath. It took her mere seconds as she glided through the water with a grace developed by years of competitive swimming.
Dripping wet she pulled herself out of the water with ease, dripping wet she smiled, "Who wants to race?" she asked excitedly.
"Well that's hardly fair!" Philby said walking up slowly behind Willa. Turning around to look at the boy who now stood behind her, she put a taunting look on her face as she spoke,"Really? Because you just sound chicken..."
"Things just got real," Finn joked. Willa turned her gaze to him,"Well you don't seem to be any less chicken."
Maybeck, who was still in the pool, decided to make a comment," that sounds like your challenging him."
Willa then looked to him and put her hands on her hips,"I'm challenging ALL of you! Oh, and Maybeck, in case you haven't noticed, you've yet to get me or Dell thrown in the pool."
Philby, still positioned behind Willa, looked at Maybeck, and from his spot in the water nodded.
"Well," Maybeck tilted his head in a sarcastic fashion,"that's what you think."
Before Willa could question him, she was quite literally swept off her feet by Philby. He held her bridal style, and positioned himself close to the edge of the pool. Maybeck grinned with satisfaction.
"I don't think so!" Willa exclaimed. With Philby being at TE very edge of the pool she was able to dive out of his arms into the water. The next moment Maybeck could be heard cursing as he disappeared under the water. Another few seconds and Willa surfaced at the pool wall next to a laughing Philby.
"I forgot one last thing,"she said as she grabbed the boys ankle and pulled him into the water.
Maybeck surfaced with a scowl.
"I think I won this round Maybeck! So, races anyone?"