LUXURY

＂ Ｔｈｅ Ｙａｃｈｔ Ｐａｒｔｙ Ｆａｉｌ ＂ (1/3)

"Don't you think this is kind of crazy?"

Jacqueline Lexington stepped on to the solid platform of her father's three-million dollar speedboat. "Its perfectly fine, I promise." She called back to Blake Evans whose red Converse were still planted firmly on one of the rickety docks of Venice Beach.

Usually, she'd be gushing - in her mind, of course - over how cute he was despite his unpretentious attire; a plain white T-shirt from Target and faded Old Navy jeans that screamed, 'I'm broke.'

Somehow Blake made the poor gimmick work with his genuine brown eyes, faint stubble, and blonde hair - not that he had a choice. Blake was a bellboy for Beverly Hills' most ritziest hotel and still couldn't afford a Ferrari even if he put his entire life savings together.

Strangely, that was why Jac liked him.

Blake cautiously stepped on to the speedboat, wincing as the rigid sleek platform slightly shook under his weight.

"So...I know this isn't some trillion dollar necklace or anything but..." He smiled shyly, taking out a small black  baggie from the pocket of his jeans and handing it to Jac.

Jac smiled back , taking the bag and producing a piece of jewelry that definitely came from a secondhand hobo store. 'Maybe Walmart?'

"I saw it in this antique shop and it reminded me of you," He said softly. "Thought you could add it to your collection of things you'll never wear."

Inside the bag was a black necklace, a silver flower charm with a green emerald that matched her eyes adorning the middle.

Although Jac was pretty sure the emerald was fake, she couldn't deny it was pretty.

"I figured its better than another Losers' album," Blake joked, referring to the indie concert they'd attended on their first date. Just thinking about all that transpired weeks before however, made Jac feel nauseous. "And it just might be the first faux thing you have so yay for that, right?"

Jac found herself wanting to avoid his gaze, fingering the chain as if she were drowning in appreciation - but it was actually guilt. She hadn't asked Blake to tag along with her to an End-Of-Semester yacht party because she liked him.

While he had practically admitted he was falling for her, Jac hadn't really felt the same. Not even when they'd ditched the Spring Debutante Auction for a cheap movie date at a vintage theater to watch Batman - the 1943 version.

"Its okay if you don't like it," Blake shrugged. "Its meant to be in your never-see-the-light-of-day wardrobe anyway."

"No, I love it," She lied, slipping the necklace into her pink Valextra crossbody bag. "It just doesn't go with my outfit."

Although the charm did match her silver Sergio Rossi stilettos.

However, all thoughts of the necklace quickly went out the window when their speedboat finally eased into the crowded garage of a flashy yacht that lit up the dark ocean.

School was finally taking a hiatus for Spring Break and thus, every rich kid in a thousand mile radius had flocked to the glittering fifty-eight million dollar yacht owned by Roger Allenburg, a graduate from East Prep who was rumored to have slept with a scout to get into Yale.

The party was in full swing when they wandered up the steps that lead up to the first deck of the impressive vessel; soft white couches lined the railings overlooking the view of Venice Beach, a neon green bar lit up the deck while a large stereo blasted The Weeknd. Then there were drunk freshmen on the second deck tossing money into the ocean as if they were emptying their wallets of useless fifty dollar bills and returning college students trying to down whole magnum bottles of Moet and Chandon to forget the worries of Ivy League.