CHAPTER ONE-AN UNFORTUNATE MEET
I can’t believe I’m doing this!
Flying from one state to another; just to get closer to my dad.
My parents had divorced when I was fifteen and now I’m in California to spend some quality time with my father. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo!
I lived in the largest state and the farthest state up north, yep you guessed it right: Alaska.
The change in weather will be a bit uncomfortable for awhile but seeing as Ill be here for the rest of senior year, I would get used to it.
The sun was no doubt annoying. At least in the cold you could warm up by using a blanket, or cuddling up near the fire. The sun here in California had to make the temperature around 113 degrees. Im not wondering why Californians are always hitting the beach. Right now It wouldn’t hurt to throw a bucket of ice cold water at me, in fact Id like that very much.
An hour and a luggage chase later I exited LAX and felt the sun beating at my newly acquired Gucci shades, my mom was over the top. Clutching at the handle of my suitcase I walked along with other busy people lugging their suitcases behind them. Some men, the very annoying ones, were texting on their blackberry’s and holding suit jackets over they’re forearm, wearing only their crisp white work shirts rolled up to their elbows.
I my self, want to throw my tank top over my head and run to the nearest fountain and spray myself with all the water it can sputter.
I glanced down at my brown leather Louis Vuitton suitcase. My mother never failed to impress.
“Kylie! Kyle! Over here!” My Fathers voice boomed over the busy bustle of the people.
I glanced to my left and sure enough a familiar tuft of brown hair caught my eye. I walked briskly over to him and soon enough was engulfed in his chubby yet fatherly embrace.
“There’s my little girl” He murmured into my ear I rolled my eyes, eighteen isn’t really considered little, but then again who was I to be the judge of that? My dad gave me a final squeeze before letting me go.
I quickly smiled warmly and lied through my teeth “I love it already dad!” not.
“That’s what I first thought when I got here!” My dad glanced down at my suitcase and frowned. If there was one thing me and my dad agreed on the most it was that the brand didn’t matter. As long as I had what I needed I was good. I probably don’t come off that way to other people but people who knew me well, would know that the price tag didn’t matter to me.
My dad quickly grabbed the suitcase out of my hand and we started walking down the busy street.
I made no move to complain or insist I carry it my self, After all I was so tried after that hectic flight.
After a little while we got to a little silver Audi a4 and dad quickly plunked my luggage into the backseat making me sit on the passenger’s side.
I took my shades off and threw them into the backseat. I took my iPod out of my blue skinny jeans and stuffed my earphones into my ears. Right now I wasn’t feeling up to talking to my father, dragging me into this heat hole wasn’t my idea of enjoying my senior year. I let metro station’s seventeen again blast through me, engulfing me in my own musical world. I could get lost in music.
We were headed to Santa Monica, which was around Twelve miles from LAX.
About Thirteen songs later, the car stopped in front of a large white house. Not larger than mine though.
I glared up at the big windows. Did they have to let the sun seep through it?
I took my earphones off as my dad jumped out of the car and hauled my suitcase out of the backseat.
Opening the car door, the heat hit me and I tumbled back in longing for the air conditioning.
About five minutes later, I gave up and ran to the front door.
Pounding on it furiously, since my dad had already entered without me, The door opened to reveal a shit hell of a gorgeous guy. My mouth practically dropped down to the floor as my fists fell to my side.
He had teal blue eyes and light brown hair with pale lips.
He frowned at me.
“What the hell do you want?” He sounded groggy, as if he just woke up from sleep.
I was suddenly frustrated. Who did this guy think he was? The sun was too much for me, so I pushed him out of the way and stomped in.
The door slammed close and he suddenly started screaming. “Thief!Thief!”
My Dad and some other girl came rushing down. I was shocked, the girl was pretty, but the kind that goes for men with money. Exactly who my father was.
“Where’s the thief?!” My dad held a silver baseball bat in his hand and was holding it in the proper way that prepares for swinging.
The boy pointed at me and my dad dropped the swing.
“Killen, the girl doesn’t need to steal she’s richer than us” My dad stated and I made a duh face.
“Oh?” The girl spoke up.
“She’s my daughter” He added, putting an arm around my shoulder.
Killen looked shocked and then disgruntled and then pissed. With sudden speed her ran up the stairs and soon a door slammed, making the house rattle.
Well that was an unfortunate meet!
“Kylie, this is Dylan, my girlfriend” Dad gave me a stern look. Seriously? I wasn’t going to fight with her. To me she didn’t matter.
I gave my warmest smile possible and lied through my teeth. “It’s great to meet you!” not.
“It’s great to meet you too” Bitch.
“And Hanna, her daughter is out in the pier but she’ll be home soon. And I guess you’ve met Killen.”
I nodded. Hanna sounded nice. Hopefully.