Waves: Chapter 6- Of Course, Mr Dean

Waves: Chapter 6- Of course, Mr Dean

"Where have you been?" Linda, aka my mother asks me on Friday afternoon, right after I get back to school. 

"For a surf. Why?" I mean I thought it was pretty obvious as I was soaked, sandy and wearing my bikini and board shorts.

"I have been looking for you for hours." she stands now looking a little pissed. Yeah, sure. She was looking for me. More like her assistant, Rebecca who I have grown a large disliking to, was looking for me whilst Linda was too busy on the phone, at a meeting or doing paperwork.

"Why?" It wasn't like she ever actually took the time to get to know me since the week I have been here.

"There is a charity gala tonight. You are going." 

"Why do I have to come?"

"Like it or not, you are part of this family and it is important for appearances for you to come." 

"Family. Right. Because that is exactly what we are. Having a sister who I don't know anything about, a mother who loves her job more than she even wants to spend time with me and a dad who is the only one I actually care about, who is missing and might not even be alive." I ramble.

"That is not true!" she starts.

"Yes, it is! And you know it too. You can pretend we are the perfect family but we are anything but that. I don't even know why I don't remember my own sister." 

Her face softens. "You two were close. Practically joined at hip. But she was always closer to me and you were always a daddy's girl. So when we started fighting when you two were about three, I took her with me when I had things to do and you spent time with your dad and his best friend John. You became close with his kids and then spent most of your time with them. As me and your father drifted apart, so did you and Layla. Then we split up and you went with him and Layla stayed here. I don't know why your father never mentioned Layla. That is something he will have to tell you when he comes back. Because he really is coming back, okay?" She says hopeful. 

I can spot the sadness in her eyes. Maybe I am not the only one worried about him?

"Fine, I will go." I turn to go into my room when I stop and turn back around. "I don't have anything to wear." I mean you don't exactly tend to have a large supply of ball gowns and dresses when you spend most of your time at the beach.

She smiles. "I am sure I can find something of Layla's. She has a ton of dresses that she has never worn. Follow me." 

I do as she says and takes me through what has felt like the forbidden door. I have never been in Layla's room before. I have no idea where she is right now. I would have thought she would be here getting ready.

"Layla is at the spa downstairs with her friends getting ready." She says reading my mind. "You can go and join them once we have a dressed picked out. Just tell them who you are."

I shake my head. "That's okay." Didn't exactly sound like my idea of fun.

"Let's pick something out, then." She says walking into Layla's very large walk in closet.

Who knew one person could own so many clothes? 

"What about this?" she pulls out a fluffy pink dress that resembles a marshmallow.

"Uh, not really my style." 

Then she pulls out another dress with the label still on it. "What about this one?"

Now I was never a girly girl but I had to admit it. The dress was gorgeous. Amazing really. 

"It is beautiful." I admit.

"And it will look even better on you. I have to go and get my hair done at the salon at the spa. Do you need anything else?" she asks.

"No. I can take care of everything myself. Thanks for the dress. I will make sure to put it back once it is cleaned."

"Don't worry about it. Keep it. Layla won't even notice it is gone." She says before leaving.

After showering, doing my hair and makeup and changing, I don't even recognise myself. I straightened my hair and then curled the ends so it is now hanging down to almost my waist in long, loose curls. My makeup took hours but it flawless and my dress is amazing. The skirt part is floor length and is a tulle skirt in a creamy, dust pink colour. The top part is a more cream colour than pink with thin shoulder straps and a plunge V-neckline on the front and back. The top part is also has a slight criss cross pattern of thin silver lines that glitter in the light. The whole pale colour of the dress contrasted against my tan making it stand out more. I then paired the outfit with some gold patent strapped heels. I could barely walk in the things but at least I have good practice balancing. 

After about half an hour of walking around the penthouse to get used to the heels and make sure I don't fall flat on my face, I finally head over to the lift to take me to the charity gala. To say I was nervous would be an understatement. I am not exactly used to hanging out with a bunch of stuck up rich people in fancy clothes, sipping champagne. Which is exactly what I saw when I went to the far patio area which is further out and away from the main hotel and patio and pools. It was apparently mostly used for parties and things like this. It was all beautiful though. It was all outdoors with a large gazebo, fairy lights, large circular tables with white table cloths, a stage with a fancy band and people in fancy ball gowns and tuxedos. 

I quickly spot Layla and her friends chatting as they flirt their way into getting champagne. As much as I hate to admit it, Layla looked great in her long floor length white dress with a halter neckline and a chunky gold chain that holds the neckline around the neck and a long slit up the side showing off her toned legs. Her friends on the other hand looked a little bit slutty and tacky. One with a very shot dress that barely covers her butt and the other has her boobs practically falling out of her dress.

"So you look just as uncomfortable as I do." I turn to see some guy standing next to me. 

He looked about my age. Basically he looked like your typical cliche tall, dark haired bad boy. And I can only assume that because he is here then he is rich too.

"What do you mean by that?" I look at him curiously, trying to work out why he was standing here talking to me.

"You just look like you don't want to be here, that's all." he smirks.

"How do you know? Maybe I have been waiting months for this gala. Counting down the days." I lie.

"Or maybe you spent the day surfing and you didn't even start getting ready until only two hours ago. Taking your time on the beach like you had all the time in the world." Okay, creepy.

"Are you stalking me?"

He laughs. "No. I saw you at the beach earlier."

"How do you know that it was me?" I question him.

"Like I could miss that pinkish hair of yours." Oh yeah. Whoops.

"So I look uncomfortable?"

"Well a little. But still gorgeous." He flirts.

I roll my eyes. "This isn't exactly my scene." I admit to him.

"Me niether. I was kind of forced here by my parents." he reveals.

"Do you know what would make everything better?" I ask him.

"What?"

"A drink."

He laughs. "Then let's do something about that." he says grabbing my hand and leading me to the bar. 

I notice him slip the bartender some money, before the bartender hands over a bottle of vodka. The guy whose name I have yet to learn hides it in his suit jacket and then leads me over to a bench in the gardens where he uncaps the bottle and takes a large sip before giving it to me.

"What is your name by the way?" he asks me as I give him back the bottle.

I laugh. "Lana. You?"

"Dean. Well that is my last name but that is what everyone calls me." he shrugs as I take another sip.

"What is your first name?" I ask curious.

"I am no way near drunk enough to tell to tell you that." he laughs.

"It can't be that bad." 

"Oh, it is. Maybe one day I will tell you." he says mysteriously.

"One day?"

"I get the feeling that we are going to be good friends Lana. Or you know, more than friends?" he flirts again.

"Or you know, maybe not?" I joke.

We continue chatting and drinking for a while until we are both more than a little drunk, but we try to hide it as we go back into the main area where the gala is. 

"Would you like to dance?" Dean says over dramatically in a terrible english accent.

I laugh. "Of course, Mr Dean."

"Ew. That sounds like my dad." he grimaces as he grabs my hand and we start to dance along with everyone else on the dance floor.

"Oh, is he hot?" I ask him.

"I can't answer that!" He exclaims.

"Oh well. I will just have to settle for you instead then." I joke, pretending to look disappointed.

"Hey, I am awesome. You are lucky to be hanging out with me."

"Really? Maybe, you are lucky to be hanging out with me?" I respond.

"Maybe." he agrees smiling at me. "You look amazing by the way. Not many people can look just as good in a dress as they can on the beach, in a bikini covered in seawater and sand."

"Thanks." I blush slightly. "You don't look so bad yourself."

"Let's get out of here?"

"And go where?"

"Follow me. It is a surprise." He says before yet again leading me to god knows where. 

Maybe going off somewhere with a complete stranger is a pretty bad idea but for some reason I trust Dean. It is like he understands me more than any of these other rich snobs. Or even more than Macy. He understands what is like being forced into a high class society when you would rather be anywhere else.

We walk for ages until we finally get to one of the pools. Then Dean suddenly takes off his tux jacket along with hit shirt. 

"What are you doing?" I ask him confused.

"Going swimming." he pulls off his shoes.

"Have you seen this dress? It's not like I can wear a bra with it?" I exclaim!

"Then it is skinny dipping. Come on. I promise not to look. The lights are off and it is dark. I can't see anything." He promises.

I sigh. "Fine. But if you look, I will disembowel you." I threaten him and he just laughs now standing there shirtless with a very impressive six pack.

"Okay, now stop drooling and change already." I blush, looking away before turning around to take off my shoes and pull off my long dress so I am standing in only my underwear, and using my arms to cover my chest.

I feel a chill against my naked skin, giving me goosebumps as I jump in with a scream. I hear Dean laughing as I resurface.

"You kind of have a bit of makeup..." Dean says laughing.

"Oh god." I say embarrassed as I try to rub off the makeup from my eyes. "Better?"

"Yeah, you just missed a bit." He says coming closer to me and slowly lifting his hand to wipe away some of my smudged mascara away from my cheek. "There." he says quietly.

"Thanks." I barely whisper before his lips land on mine.

He kisses me slowly at first. Then as it deepens I feel shivers down my spine and pull myself closer to him, kissing him back. My legs wrap around his waist and our naked chests are pressed against each other causing me to feel almost feverish. Our kisses become more rushed as I suddenly hear a noise and then see some lights moving coming from what is probably a flashlight.

"Shit. That's security. We gotta go." he says pulling me out of the pool.

He picks up his tux jacket and wraps it around me to cover myself and then proceeds to grab his clothes as I grab mine and we take off running before security finds us. We run fast, laughing the whole way down to the side of the hotel.

"Oh my god. That was hilarious." I say panting, still in stitches from laughing so hard.

"That was brilliant. You were fast." he says grinning as he finally puts his trousers back on as he was only standing in his wet underwear. 

"Yeah you too." I say looking at my dress, really not feeling like putting it on.

"Keep the tux jacket. I have loads of them." 

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Besides you look kind of hot in it." He suddenly says taking a photo of me.

"Hey! No fair. You can't do that." I say snatching his phone. "You need to be in the photo with me." I say before pulling him next to me and aiming the camera to take a photo. But just as I press the camera button to take the photo, he kisses me. 

"Now that is the photo I want to keep." He says grinning at the picture. 

It was a good picture, and kind of hilarious as we are both soaked and only half dressed. It would be a great reminder though. I grab his phone and put my number in it before sending myself the photo. 

"There. Now we both have it." I grin.

"Great." Then his phone rings. "Shit." he frowns when he looks at caller ID. "It's my dad. I have to go. I will see you around?" 

"Sure." I say, a little sad to see him go and for the night to end. Don't you go thinking I am in love with him or anything. But I had fun. It was a fun night to get away from all the drama. I was pretty sure that the only feelings I had for him were of friendship but the kisses were a bonus.

"Goodnight." He says kissing me.

"Night." I smile as I watch him leave.

Once I was alone, I realised that I was left with only one small problem. How the heck was I meant to get back to my room unseen?

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