Good Girl

Chapter 2: Calum

God, why do they have to send me here? It's not like they're going to macically prevent me from partying just by sending me to America for the summer. All they're accomplishing is showing me more fish in a different sea, and I'm going to catch 'em all if you get what I'm saying. I mean look at me, in fact, I pick up my phone and slide the camera onto the screen. I smile at my flawless reflection and run my fingers through my perfectly messy black hair. Damn, I'm a sexy beast, and someone as sexy as me should not be kept under lock and key. All I have to do is get Michael to show me the good clubs and parties when I finally get there. Speaking of, what kind of name for a place is Wendell anyway? Whatever, it doesn't matter where I am, as long as I can get my hands on some booze and some honeys, I'll be able to survive, maybe even have a good time. Ugh there's another freaking hour on this long ass flight, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, may as well get a nap while I'm still somewhat free. Honestly, it looks like the broad next to me needs some beauty sleep a whole lot more than I ever will. I chuckle quietly at the thought and with that I close my eyes and almost imediately fall asleep.

Someone was definitely tapping me on the shoulder, and when I finally fully woke up, I opened my eyes to see the fine ass stewardess who has been checking me out the whole flight. I shoot her my signature panty dropping grin and watch the blush spread across her cheeks. "We're just about to land sugar, and if you could just sit your seat in it's upright position, I'd greatly appreciate it." she says with a thick southern drawl, and while leaning over and giving me a nice view of her breasts which were practically hanging out of her blazer and partially unbuttoned blouse. When I finally tear my eyes from her ample chest and look back up at her face, she wears a flirty smirk, obviously hoping that I had enjoyed the show. I meet her eyes and give her a wink and a smirk, along with a "sure baby, anything you want," my voice still a bit hoarse from sleep. She giggles and blushes at the use of the petname and she stands up straight to walk back to the front of the plane. You'd have to be blind not to notice her cute little ass which was swaying as she walked away. Damn, she seemed like a good time, I wonder if all American girls are like that, 'cause if they are, I should have no problem enduring my stay here.

As the plane started to decend, I started to wonder what the family was like. Whether Michael would be chill or not. Even the parents, like ezactly how strict were they? Whatever, I guess I'll get a feel for it when I finallly get on the ground. I had some time to think while I was going through customs and shit and I realized I had no fucking idea what any of these people looked like. The only information I have on any of them is that the dad, Daryl I think is an "old friend" of my dads. Oh well, worst comes to worst, I'll grab a cab to a hotel and fuck around all summer. Finally, after waiting in endless lines. I reached the terminal, looking around for I don't know what. And then I saw her, the sexiest girl I'd ever seen in my entire life, and I've seen a lot of girls. She had curlyish dirty blonde hair and was wearing a tanktop and booty shorts that nicely showed off her nice ass and ample chest. she wasn't super skinny but whe wasn't fat either, she was perfect. Her long tan legs looked like they went on for miles until they were swallowed by cowboy boots that just added to the sexy. She caught my eye and waved me over. "Are you the kid staying with the Cliffords?"