An Unforgettable Summer [on hold]

4:Too Drunk To Notice

KYLES POV:
I grab a jumper and open my door quietly.

A habit I've gotten used to. Swinging my legs over the balustrade, I slide down the railing, careful not to wake mom up.

I've been doing this for years. Sneaking out when I'm meant to be 'studying' to go to parties.

Trust me, I've been invited to a lot. I'm the most popular guy in school, so I have to keep up with the title.

Attending parties, playing basketball, bullying nerds, flirting with the cheerleaders, keeping my reputation.

I turn the door handle and breathe in the cool night air as I step outside.

I pull some worn-out sneakers on and walk to the car.

It's technically moms, but she lets me use it.

The red paint is chipped and smoke pours out of the exhaust pipe when I start the ignition but it's all I have. All I can afford.

I start the ignition and hope that moms too deep in slumber to hear it's low, constant engine. Oh, and Catarina.

As I drive through the hills and bends, I think about Cat.

She's so simple yet eccentric and different in the way she acts.

I've tried to count the amount of mannerisms she has, but I already lost count two days ago.

She's been with us for four days now and all I can tell from what she's told me is that; she once lived in Australia.

Even with that, she seems hesitant to tell me anything.

I can't blame her, I haven't exactly told her my story either. Not that I plan to.

Cat's quiet and shy and difficult to talk to anyway.

I remember looking at her face for the first time.

She had the kind of appearance that is plain to look at and after a while, you know you'll forget her.

I had kept glancing at her, just to remember her features.

Longish nose, freckly cheeks, pale complexion. The only thing exceptional
is her dimples. Cute but nothing overly attractive.

I have a feeling I'm not going to associate much with her this summer. She's completely not my type.

I pull up and put on the handbrake. Orlando's house is lit up and almost every window has silhouettes pressed up against them.

I feel the beat of the music vibrate up my legs as I get out of the car and make my way to the front door.

When I step inside, I'm immediately greeted by Orlando.

We've been friends since grade 1 when he moved here from Greece and have basically been through everything together.

And the bonus; he's the king of parties.

His parents are rich with their own businesses and are always away in other countries, signing deals, contracts and all that crap.

So the parties are wicked and messy and last for about the whole night.

He throws an arm over my shoulders and flashes a smile showing his overly white teeth.

He flicks his head back to get his curly black hair out of his eyes. Even my tanned complexion is pale against his olive skin.

"Glad you could make it to the party, bro." He says, his words slightly slurring.