Outlasting Bitterness

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

"Wake up sleepy head, we're here." Parker shook me softly.

"Mfemommm."

He chuckled. "What are you talking about?"

I opened one eye and was surprised by how close Parker's face was to mine, his nose was practically touching minei, I immediately closed my eyes feeling that warm thing creeping up on my face.

"Is Louise blushing?!"

"Nuh huh!"

"Yes you were!"

I sat up glaring at him. "No I wasn't!"

"Was,"

"Wasn't,"

"Was,"

"WASN'T,"

He raised both his hands in surrender chuckling, "Okay jeez, you look like a cute little kitten when you're mad." He said pinching my nose. "C'mon we need to watch the sun set before it goes."

"Wait, where are we anyway?"

"The Beach," He grinned.

"What? But I don't have anyway swim wear with me. Why didn't you tell me sooner?! I could have prepapred myself for this." I whined getting out of the car following him out.

He turned around smiling widely, "Relax Loui, I told one of your maids to pack a few pairs of bikini and clothes plus shoes and slippers."

I sighed a breath of relief, I trust my maids when it comes to packing my things; they absolutely know exactly what I wanted to be packed even without them asking me.

"So, why are we here?" I asked him, glancing around the almost empty beach. The only people who were left here are a bunch of teenagers, a few couples with their children and us.

He shrugged, "I just figured that you needed some place relaxing, I mean this is just the beggining of the school year and you're already in a lot of deep shit."

"Aww, I didn't know you were such a big softy." I grinned pinching his cheek, as we sat down on the blanket that he laid for us.

"I'm no softy," he pouted. "I'm a man!" He said flexing his muscle. Earning a few flirtatious giggles from a bunch of girls who probably don't go to our school.

He glanced at the group of girls and winked at them, and they squealed. Sheeesh. I mean I know he's hot and all, but seriously? He's not Harry Styles from One Direction, although he is hotter than him— (A/N: not that I have any problem with Harry Styles or the One Direction.)

Wait.

Did I just seriously call him hot?

Oh my god. What the hell is happening to me?

Is this like an effect of when your boyfriend cheats on you with your two best friends?

Meh.

I don't think I'll ever trust a guy ever. Not after Ron, well maybe in a few years but certainly not now.