Shipwrecked

Chapter Three

My aunt drove us up to this huge building that makes the castles in France look humble. It was a large, two-story building equipped with balconies, a pool, game room, restaurant, bar, golf course, and so many other features that I couldn't even see them in the quick tour she gave me.

"So," my aunt broke the silence, "I am organizing a gala July first for a local charity, and I would like for you to help me out."

I nod even though I was less than enthusiastic about the idea.

After a painful hour, I could add a ballroom to the list of amenities this place had. My aunt seemed a little less stressed out than before back at the house.

I think this social aspect really suits her. In fact, I even heard her laugh once.

On the way back to the car she gasped, "Oh shoot! I left my planner in the kitchen after I showed the menu to the chef."

"I can go grab it real fast," I volunteered before I could be volun-told.

I walked through the main entrance with the two staircases on either side centered by a giant glass chandelier. I took the one on the left. Then I took a right turn.

Right, left, left, straight, doorway right, and-

"Shoot," I complained out loud. "This place is too big."

I shut the door and find myself in a long hall lined with white siding and pictures of old lighthouses. I started walking and looked around pointlessly. At this point I couldn't even find my way back.

I turned a corner a little quickly and accidentally slammed right into something.

I stumbled backwards and fell on my butt less than gracefully. I looked up to see what I collided with to see not a wall or open door - but a boy. He looked a year or two older than me. His features sharp and slender - except his broad shoulders. I didn't mean to stare but I have never seen such a beautiful boy. His hair was golden and lengthy, but very well styled like a blowout cut. His eyes were painfully blue and now, angry.

"Watch where you're going!" he barked at me from the ground where he also fell.

"Excuse me?" I question back knowing that this was both our fault.

"You're excused," he says back standing to his feet and brushing off his dress shirt that barely had any buttons actually buttoned.

"You ran into me too. Stop acting like you're all innocent," I snap back standing up too. I tried to stand so my body looked more intimidating but it's hard when the other person is over 6 feet and has bulging muscles.

He crosses his arms and looks me up and down. Suddenly my confidence wavered. "Yeah sure," he said mockingly. "What are you even doing back here, huh? Trying to steal something? Should I go get security?"

He reaches into the pocket of his shorts and pulls out a shiny phone. "I could make a call right now and have you thrown in jail."

"I am not a thief, you high nose jerk. I am a member here the same as you and have every right to go where I please, snob."

I start to storm off, but he grabs my arm causing me to stop. "What's your name?" he interrogates.

"None of your business. Go spend some of your daddy's money on some more tacky shorts that don't even cover much anyway," I huff before storming down the new hall towards two steel double doors that look familiar.

I could feel those beautiful, but arrogant eyes burning the back of my neck as I walked into the kitchen. I grabbed the planner and smiled at the chef before taking the familiar exit back to the car.