Shipwrecked

Chapter Two

Liam woke me up a little past nine. He was still scrunching his morning hair and in his plaid pajama bottoms.

"Sis, wake up," he said, slapping my shoulder. "Aunt said you could take the jeep into town and get muffins with me this morning.

"Ugh, Liam, it is early let me be! I will take you in an hour," I groan, covering my pillow over my head to hide.

"But we have to be back before 11 because she wants to head to the country club. Apparently, there is this program she wants you to join," he specifies.

I groan even louder. "Ughh a country club thing? I am going to stick out like a sore thumb!"

Liam snatches the pillow and throws it next to me. "She is making me do sailing lessons with a random guy, and I have to learn all this stuff about boats. Count yourself lucky."

I glare at him and slide my feet onto the floor. "Give me 10 to get ready."

He agrees and then heads over to his room to do the same. I grabbed a pair of colored sandals and a T-shirt, and shorts. I quickly combed my messy hair since the curls had lodged together as I slept.

Liam was wearing these tacky flip-flops and a simple athletic clothes combo.

We walked down the stairs together. Liam tossed me the keys to the jeep then we headed out. I only drove my mom's small car, so this high-raised jeep was terrifying.

I backed out of the driveway slowly as my brother messed with the stereo, trying to find a radio station he liked.

After we were on the road for a bit, he finally settled on a local pop station that I swear it started on. The drive was gorgeous, with blossomed trees and sandy beaches. And I got to see much of it with Liam's terrible navigation.

"Turn here!" he yelled.

I whipped into the parking lot of a small cafe modeled like a coastal home similar to my aunt's but with large wall-sized windows.

We hopped down and headed inside. "Good morning!" greeted the employee at the front."

"Good morning," Liam and I both chimed back simultaneously.

The lady chuckled, and we were embarrassed. We walked up to the counter and ordered four large muffins that were all sorts of fruit.

"That will be $12.99," she informed me. I was shocked - things were not that expensive back home.

Liam handed her a fifty-dollar bill. We tipped her, then headed out with a warm box of muffins that smelt divine.

"Where did you get all that money?" I asked, closing my car door.

"Aunt gave it to me," he said, opening the small compartment on the dashboard before closing it again.

I looked at him. "Wow."

"I know," Liam said, turning to me with these tacky back-framed sunglasses. "She is one rich lady."

"Have some manners!" I scolded before trying to back up. Sadly, there was something in my path I did not see—a boy.

Liam looked at me with eyes of fear and then realization. "OoooOooooO, someone is in trouble."

"Shut up and stay in the car!" I demanded before getting out.

"Who the hell backs up without checking?!" the guy yells, grabbing his arm and looking at the ground all crouched over.

"I am so sorry! It's not my car, and I couldn't really see through the rearview mirror," I apologized, walking toward him. The boy was around my age. He had sunkissed skin the color of bronze and dark brown hair that swayed with a light curl.

He froze and started wiggling his arm. "I think it's broken!"

My heart began to pound, and all these thoughts started to pour in: Is he going to sue me? What will my aunt think? Will-?

My thoughts were interrupted by the boy breaking into laughter. "Sorry," he gasped for breath turning his head to look at me before returning to laughter again. "I can't help messing with tourists. You guys are so gullible."

I stood there in shock. Is this what guys are like in the Hamptons? If so, this is going to be a long summer.

"But, next time, I might just sue, so be careful," he said, sneering his teeth. "For now, we can settle this with you giving me your phone number."

I rolled my eyes and filled in my contact information on his phone. He smiled and waved, "Hope to see you around, tourist!"

He starts strolling towards the cafe, flickering his fingers almost like a wave.

"Tourist? My name is Clementine!" I hollered back.

I could hear him laughing to himself as he walked away. "Ok, tourist!"

I took a moment to stare at him, still in shock. He was wearing a t-shirt with a white print on it and slacks that made his tan even more noticeable.

"Yo! We should go. It's almost 11," my brother says, peeking his head out the window.

I quickly hopped in the car and carefully reversed as we returned to my aunt's house. Liam made fun of me the whole way.

Deep in my gut or heart, I knew it would not be the last time I ran into the rude but sunkissed boy.