Cheater

01-introduction

My phone alarm went off at exactly 6:00 a.m. As I struggled to get out of bed, I saw my crisp shop rite work vest waiting to sit uncomfortably on my upper body for the next 5 hours. I crawl out of bed, and roll around my soft, beige carpet until I land on my prickly hairbrush. Eh, why brush my hair when pony tails exist? I manage to get up with out falling back down, which is pretty good for me, regarding it's the first day of summer and I have to work at a gross grocery store, while my whole family gets to "live it up" on the beach. An unpleasant start to a predictably unpleasant day. Until I remember, Sammy's coming today.

Oh, I forgot, you don't know Sammy! Samuel Howard Wilkinson, the really cute guy who comes down to visit his dad every summer, a 19 year old "super model", coincidentally staying right next-door to me. Since I live in a small town in Florida, we're used to visitors coming and going every summer, and us locals try not to get too attached. My school friends and I try not to get our hopes up. But Sammy's not easy to forget. His soft blonde hair,warm brown eyes, and dimples deeper than the ocean. I look forward to seeing him every summer, and he's your definition of a perfect boy.

The doorbell rings. I hop up, in hope that it could be Sammy, although I'm 99.9% sure that it's not, the .1% in me still believes we could be something. But I'm assuming all 100% of him doesn't think so. Especially after what happened last summer between us. Talk about awkward.

"Kayleigh, open up!"

Ugh. It's just my dad. Nothing to fantasize about now. My dad is like a dwarf, chubby and short. While I am like a stick, tall, lanky, and skinny. He has blonde hair. I have brown. It's safe to say I look like my mom. While I'm talking about family, I should tell you I have a 12 year old brother named Jack. Oh, and I'm 18 by the way.

I grab a granola bar and my Lilly Pulitzer tote bag filled with random shit as always, and run into our BMW. I'd be lying if I said we weren't a wealthy family, but I hate talking about it. I sit and wait for Sammy's range rover to pull into the beautiful stone driveway, and watch him step into his luxurious house, identical to mine. Instead I see my plump dad scrambling out of the door with a huge jelly doughnut in his right hand. He obviously won't be here for a while, so my dad steps in the drivers seat (he doesn't like me driving in traffic) and we're on our 24.6 minute drive (I counted) to the hell-hole we call a grocery store.

After 30 minutes of crappy 60's music (because of the traffic), I arrive at work and hop out of the car.

"Kayleigh Rose Johnson, you finally showed up! I missed you!" Yells a masculine voice coming from the right of me. It's Cameron. My boyfriend.