“Get your ass back here!” Spencer demanded as she followed close behind.

“No way! I like my shins how they are! No bruises! And you really need to stop chasing me!” Ashley came to an abrupt halt when she came to a door leading to her backyard. She opened it and bolted out into the yard.

“I wouldn’t be chasing you if you would stop running!” Spencer said as she leaped down the four steps leading down from the porch.

Well, Ashley was quite fond of her shins, so she wasn’t in the mood to have someone kick them, but once again, she was about to be halted. She was coming up on her pool and Spencer was too close for her to run to the side and around. The only way out was in. “Shit,” she cursed under her breath. She kept her running pace and when she came to the edge of her pool she just dived right in.

Spencer ran to the side of the pool and knelt down by the edge searching the water for Ashley. She surfaced right in front of the blonde, and slicked her hair back. Coughing once she said, “Okay, that was pretty stupid.”

“Yeah. I think it was around an eight, though. You bent your legs on entry,” Spencer laughed as Ashley rolled her eyes. “But you’re still dead.”

“Well, you can’t get my shins, right now.”

“True,” Spencer agreed. With a gleam in her eye she added, “But there’s another thing I could do.” Before Ashley could ask what that thing was, the blonde had put both hands on her head and dunked her under the surface.

She came up gasping for breath and coughing, “What the fuck, Spence!”

“Done taunting me?”

“Hell, no. I have my own plans.”

“And what are those?” Her answer was a fist gripping the front of her shirt. “Oh, don’t you dare…”

Ashley smirked and pulled as hard as she could; the blonde yelped and fell head first into the pool. The smaller girl swam over to the shallow end with Spencer close behind her and leaned against the wall, waiting for the other girl to surface.

Spencer’s head popped up above the water in front of her and she spit some water out of her mouth before coughing. “You suck.”