Waves: Chapter 2- I am Thinking Blue

Waves: Chapter 2- I am thinking Blue

I am still fuming as I get off the plane. I can't believe that they have sent me here to live with a women who was practically a stranger. I hardly remembered her. I knew nothing about the women who is meant to be my mother. I also had to leave behind the boat which I was very upset about. Apparently my mother or Linda as I am going to refer to her as from now on has organised to bring the boat here because I basically refused to leave without it. Not that I have heard from her directly. Only through Mrs Penrose, the social worker. And where am I exactly? Well that would be Hawaii. And there is only one good thing about this place. But I will get to that later because right now I spot some guy who I am guessing is a driver with my name on a sign.

"Are you Miss Carter?" he asks me as I approach him.

"Yes."

"Great. This way. Miss Hayes is sorry she couldn't be here. She had other arrangements to attend to." Hayes was my mother's maiden name.

Of course my own mother wouldn't take a little time out her busy schedule to pick up her own daughter who she hasn't seen in over ten years. How rich was Linda anyway?

When we reach the fancy black Mercedes, the driver puts my luggage in the back and then he opens the back door of the car for me. I was meant to sit in the back? shrugging, I climb in and plug in my earphones as I wait to arrive at my new home. I knew nothing about where I was going to be living until my dad was found.

"So what is her house like?" I ask the driver.

He laughs. What is so funny? "I am guessing they haven't told you."

"Told me what?"

"You will see." he responds vaguely.

We continue traveling past the beautiful palm trees and luxurious houses. In the distance I notice the ocean which is getting closer and closer to us. I then see a large sign saying The Palm Beach Resort  as my only warning before we turn into the resort. Now I was expecting a hotel, maybe a few buildings, a pool and a beach. What I actually saw wasn't that. No. There were two large tall hotel buildings. At least 50 villas. I saw signs for multiple swimming pool and saw an actual pool with a couple of water slides. Then there was boats, surfboards, jet skis, golf carts, a golf course, a tennis court, a basketball court, a gym, a spa, a cinema, even their own nightclub. And god knows what else is here. We pull up outside the front entrance of the main hotel.

But there was one thing I still hadn't figured out. Why was I at a hotel? Where was my mum? What the heck was going on?

The driver get's out of the car and gestures to the porter who comes over to take my bags. The driver tells him something but I can't hear what he says. 

"Follow this man. He will take you to where you need to go." The driver tells me vaguely.

"Thanks." I say before he get's in his car and drives away leaving me alone in this amazingly big place.

"This way miss." The porter guy tell me as we make our way inside.

In silence we walk through the beautiful marble lobby of the hotel into the lift. Even the lift was fancy looking with a floor length mirror and beautiful wood paneling. This must class as a five star hotel. Not that I have ever seen a five star hotel in person before. The lift rises for what feels like forever before it finally pings open.

Looking around I notice that we are not on a floor with rooms in it. We are straight into a hotel suite. There is a large living area with a huge flat screen TV and large bay windows with a beautiful view of the beach and the ocean.

"Here you go miss. I was told to tell you that all the information you need is on the kitchen table." There was a kitchen? 

He turns to leave but I stop him. "Wait! Where is my mother?" I ask him.

"She is in a meeting in the city. She will be back in the morning." he says.

"One more thing? Why am I here and not in my mum's house?" I ask him.

He laughs. "This is her house. The penthouse." he tells me as he leaves me alone.

I am going to live in a hotel?

***

Hours after arriving at the resort, I get bored. I still can't believe my own mother wasn't here to welcome me home. Or I guess what will be my home, for now. I mean who does that? You would think that seeing your daughter for the first time in ten years would be a priority. I guess not. 

So after a lot of debating I decide to wonder around the resort before it gets dark. I head out of the penthouse and down to the lobby. After that I look head out to a large patio area which is covered in tables for the restaurant and outdoor furniture. Then I take the path down to one of the main pools which is surrounded by people gossiping, whilst sipping their fancy cocktails and laying in the sun. 

As I am wearing shorts, I sit down at the edge of the pool, pull off my flip flops and dangle my feet in the refreshing cool water. I hear a loud obnoxious giggle and turn to see a group of girls my age laughing about something one of them said.

"And he was like, please baby. Stay with me. And I was like, no way." A blonde girl says. 

She looks like one of those annoying classic rich girls. You know, the cheerleader type, who is insanely popular, flirts with all the boys, wears designer clothes, drives fancy cars and gets all the attention they want. She also has her own posse or a girl with curly dark hair and pale skin, and a red head with short straight hair and perfect skin.

"You are like, sooo lucky though. To have one of the hottest boys begging to be with you." The red head says.

"Yeah, Jake is so hot." The dark haired girl agrees.

"I know right?" Blondie responds. "But I am thinking about trying to get with Mase next."

I tune her out after that. Bored of lounging around, I stand to look around a bit more when I crash into someone.

"Watch it freak." I look up to see the blonde girl.

"What did I ever do to you?" I say irritated.

She grimaces. "You got in my way. Don't you know who I am?" 

"Why would I give a damn who you are? It isn't like I am sticking around anyway." I say before turning away and leaving her jaw dropped.

Why is it that when people have money, they think they can do whatever they want? That they are better than everyone else just because of their wealth. Sure dad and I had the money to travel but our budget was tight and sometimes we would struggle a little. But I didn't mind as long as we were happy wherever we were on our adventure. Oh god, how I miss my dad. Who knew where he was now. I miss him so much. Not being able to talk to him about my surf, or for advice. It was killing me not knowing if he was okay. I feel like I am in limbo. Completely helpless and having no control over the situation whatsoever. I felt like I was drowning. I hadn't cried since I had heard he was missing and I wasn't ready to cry about it yet. 

I walk up the path and back to the hotel where I go back into the penthouse. Tired from the journey I change into an oversized pale blue T-shirt and climb into my new bed. Unfortunately my brain won't shut up though and I can't sleep. I was so used to the boat rocking me to sleep at night and I don't even remember the last time I slept on land.

I climb out of my bed and throw on some shorts. Bored, I look around the suite. It seems like there is three bedrooms all with their own en-suite bathrooms. Then there is the kitchen, the living area and the patio. I find a bar in the living area and pour myself a drink. Then another one and another one. 

Fed up of hanging alone in a strange penthouse hotel suite I head back outside, only this time I go to the beach. It was pretty late now and the beach was deserted so I decide to walk into the ocean and feel the small waves brush up my legs, the salt water grazing my skin and the familiar sounds on the waves crashing against the shore. Home. That is what it sounded like.

"What are you doing?" I hear a voice, startling me so much I fall in, soaking my clothes completely. "Shit." I hear the voice before I feel a hand grabbing mine to pull me back onto my feet. "Are you okay?"

I look up to see a guy with what looks like dark hair and tanned skin. I couldn't get a clear look at his face because it was so dark but I could tell that he was my age. And muscular from his body shape.

"You done checking me out yet?" He says interrupting my thoughts. If I could see his face right now I bet he would be smirking.

"Who said I was checking you out? Maybe I was checking for weapons to make sure you weren't a serial killer?" I joke.

"If I was a murderer then why would I save you from drowning?" he points out.

"Please. Like I was really drowning. I can handle myself fine." I argue.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to go in the ocean after drinking?"

"How did you know I was drinking?"

"I can smell it on you." 

Only then do I realise that we were standing only inches apart. 

"Hasn't anyone told you the same thing?" I ask after I smell alcohol on his breath.

"I guess we are both rebels then."

"I guess so."

"Do I get to know your name?" he asks me quietly.

"I don't know if you deserve to know that yet." I shrug.

"Then how about a nickname? I am thinking Blue." he decides.

"Blue?"

"Because clearly you love the ocean so much that you nearly drowned in it."

"Then you are Red."

"Why Red?"

"Why not Red?" I point out.

"How is it that I have never met anyone as mysterious and awesome as you?" he says more seriously.

"You have clearly been hanging with the wro-" I am interrupted when his lips are suddenly on mine.

Once it finally hits me that he is kissing me, I kiss him back. The kiss starts off slow and gentle but soon they get deeper and more rushed. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, not breaking the kiss once. He slowly walks back onto the beach with my still in his arms and his sits down on the sand. I change positions so that I am straddling him.

I have never kissed anyone this way before. Sure, I have had the odd one or two pecks on the lips from one or two boys but not like this. Never this need for it to continue. To not want to leave this stranger's arms. Wait a second. Why am I kissing a stranger? Because you are drunk Lana. Oh. Maybe this is a bad idea. But this feels so good! Lana, no. You need to leave now before this gets too far. Damn you, you stupid conscience.

I pull away from him. "I am sorry. I have to go." I abruptly stop our steamy make out session and stand to leave.

"Wait, can I at least have your name? Or number?" he asks standing too.

"I don't think that's a good idea." It's not like I am staying here for much longer anyway.

And with that, I run down the beach and back to my room.

What have I done?

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Heya! Here is the second chapter! 

So what did you think of the resort. How bitchy was blondie? And what did you think of the mysterious guy? (aka Red.)

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