ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

TWELVE

penelope

my eyes flutter open and focus in on the scenery around me. sand, water, sunrise, boats in the distance. my back hurts and my hair is crunchy. my skin is itchy and i'm extremely confused on how i got here.

did i sleep on the beach?

"trevor," i whisper pushing his ribs. he stirs in his sleep and crunches his nose up but doesn't wake. "trevor."

i groan, this guys sleeps like he's dead. i grab his nose and pinch it closed until he gasps himself awake. he sits up and looks around, painfully moaning in the process.

"you could have killed me!" he shouts. i shush him, hoping he didn't disturb anyone. not that it would matter anyway.

"oh god my neck hurts." he rubs the back of it, circling it around to relieve the stiffness.

i lean back in attempts to crack my back. "how high were we?" i ask.

"apparently high enough to sleep on the beach." trevor laughs, holding his hands out to make me pull him up. i grab his hand, hoisting him up.

"we have to go or we're going to be late." he stretches before starting the journey back to the villa.

"late?..." i question. "to where?"

i don't know if i will survive another day of trevor's adventures on trevor's time. not that i don't like being around him, but his idea of fun is not mine. i can think of all the terrible things he could get us into today. maybe going cage giving with sharks or even worse going on another fishing trip.

"there's an all day exploratory cruise going out today. i heard morgan and bree talking about it. seemed fun." he shrugs.

i raise an eyebrow. "will there be alcohol?"

trevor's laughs and nods. "you know i would never take you somewhere where there's not."

i tap his nose as i walk past him, skipping my way to the villa. "good boy."

trevor freezes in his tracks. "penelope,"

i turn. "what?"

trevor starts walking again. "don't ever call me that again."

my lips curl into a knowing grin. i'm so using this against him.

-

"which one of you made the brownies?" i point an accusing finger back and forth between morgan and bree while our yacht sets sail.

bree tips her head towards morgan who has her arm draped around her. i playfully glare at morgan for which she just purses her lips. i just met morgan minutes ago before boarding the ship but i feel like we've been friends for ever.

"it's not my fault y'all ate the whole thing at once!" she shrugs, slight southern accent coming out.

i laugh and nudge trevor. "this one ate all the fucking chips we had!" i point my thumb at him.

he's got on baby blue and white pin striped swim shorts. a white linen button up that he leaves unbuttoned to show off his his tanned chest. his brown circular framed ray bans sit high on the bridge of his nose.

he's caught up in a conversation with the guy beside him and not paying attention to a thing we say. i roll my eyes and turn my head back to the culprits of last night's adventures.

"babes when are you going to jump on his lap and ride him into the sunset?" bree asks sipping her mimosa and crossing her legs.

i choke on my own mimosa. the mixture of orange juice and champagne burning my nose. i shake my head and morgan laughs. bree has a dead serious look in her face.