Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 15

     Do I even know how to drive a boat? Does Harry? This "assistant" job has gone too far. I'm supposed to be fighting off bad guys, using my gun, punching someone. Instead, I'm chaperoning a porno in the making on a boat.

Harry invited a few girls onto one of his fathers' boats and I have to be chaperoning. Dumbest thing ever.

While all the girls will be wearing bikinis and cute clothes, I'll be wearing another black uniform to hide my gun, which I haven't used in ages. I need to get to a shooting range before I forget how to even pull a trigger. Harry on the other hand is full frat boy, asshole looking type. Swim trunks, an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, a backwards cap, and sunglasses.

I never realized how many tattoos he has. I just thought he had tattoos on his arms. He has a lot going on but I don't bother looking. It's like he has a third eye because anytime I look over at him he always ends up catching me.

"Yes darling, I'll see you there," Harry smirks.

I roll my eyes, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. I don't know which girl he's talking to now but being surrounded by a horny Harry and three horny girls in bikinis is the last thing I want to do.

"And make sure to use that french accent of yours."

Gross. I just have to keep remembering about the money. Money that will hopefully take me out of New York and somewhere foreign. I hate that I have to live like this. It's the way I have to until I know Christopher is dead or in prison. God this is not how I expected my life to turn out. I'm living in fear because of a man and now I'm chaperoning a porno.

The car comes to a stop and I look out the window. We're at the boarding dock that has many boats lined up. Harry nearly jumps out of the car and I dreadfully get out.

He waves at three girls waiting over near the docks. Two blondes and a brunette. They're all wearing bikinis and sunglasses.

"Aren't they all beauties?" Harry smiles at me. I roll my eyes and nod along as we start getting closer to them.

"Harry!" One of them basically throws herself at him. She has hints of an accent and she strongly resembles Pamela Anderson.

I put on my sunglasses then start scoping the area. There are a few people around but they're all boarding onto their boats.

"Jane, these are my three friends Juliette, Rachel, and Chloe. Girls this is our chaperone, Jane."

I can't tell who's who but I wave at them as they wave at me. Harry leads us down the boardwalk and stops at one of the nicer looking boats in the lineup. It has a bunch of seats and has a Bimini top for shade. In the center is a small ottoman looking thing where I'm guessing has all of the engines stored. "This is Michael, he'll be our...captain for tonight."

Michael is a tan, short man, with a mustache. He has a cap on and is wearing khaki shorts with a blue shirt.

Harry steps into the boat first the holds out his hands as the rest of the girls get on. I get on last, making sure to check our surroundings before getting on. 

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Loud music, booze, and Harry making out with every girl. God, it's like a four-way. It feels like a frat party all over again. I have a strong hatred for frat parties and anything that reminds me of them. I met Christopher for the first time at a frat party.

I've been sitting at the front with Michael talking about his family and how he ended up working as a boat driver. The lake we're on is pretty empty now. It's only us and two more boats. I've managed to drown out the sound of the loud music as I keep looking ahead at the lake.