The Baby That HE Never Knew [Complete]

Chapter 2

Baggage claim was a bitch. Who knew every suitcase not glamoured in hot pink glitter looked exactly the same? I'm just ready to find the hotel and crash, after a good dip in the pool that is.

"You ready to take a swim Diea?

"Yes. What part of don't call me that didn't you get?"

"The 'don't call me' part, because Honey, I am itching to call 867-5309. Besides, you know you will always be the Delilah to my Sampson."

"You mean I will deceive you?"

"Well, when you put it like that...it sounds so much more like S&M."

"You are so dirty, Brit."

"That's just the way I like my men, dirty."

"Nice one, Virgin."

"Right, yeah, go tell your brother that."

"BRIT SO HELP ME, IF YOU HAD SEX WITH MY BROTHER I WILL STRANGLE YOU!"

I love teasing Delilah. "I-can't-breath. Hahahahaha! Your brother may be sexy, but no. Sadly nothing progressed that far, your mother walked in at that part."

Delilah's face was blood red from anger. This did little to stop the pain in my sides.

"You better be joking. I will kill you right here and now if you slept with my twin brother."

"Oh, in that case we're good. I slept with your older brother." Steam was presently flowing out of Delilah's ears. "I'm kidding calm down, I didn't steal your brother's virtue. After all, it's hard to steal what wasn't there to begin with. I'm sorry, I shouldn't of used "hard" in a sentence about your brother. I'm joking though, I didn't do anything with any of your majorly sexy model brothers." That really is true though, Delilah's brothers are SEXY. Too bad they are off limits, just like my heart.

Delilah has six brothers. Yep, six model looking brothers. All, except her twin, older than us. They rang anywhere from 24-18, a brother every year. Her parents were pretty determined to get a girl, so you can imagine how much her parents spoil their little princess. However, Delilah is really down to earth. I guess six older brothers will do that to you. She really has all different types of brothers. They range from the bad boy, the player, the artistic kid, the jock, the druggy, and my favorite nice guy. 'The nice guy' would be Logan, the brother that I had a crush on when we were little. Of course all of her brothers are cool, but Logan is awesome. He is like a second best friend, and her 19 year old brother.

"Good." Delilah mumbled. Which means that she is pissed off.

"I think I'll take that swim now."

"Okay." Yep, she's P.O.ed.

After grabbing a towel and putting my black one-piece on, I finally made it to the pool. I know, why on earth would you wear a black one-piece? Well...this one piece has slits on the sides, where my curves stick out. So, that makes up for the fact that it is a one piece.

The pool area is pretty awesome! You can see the lights of Hollywood, but with the comfort of home.

I drop my stuff off (room key, towel, and tanning oil.) My next destination is the pool. I am so ready to just float and swim...or so I thought.

There are these three boys that look about my age. They are cute, fit, and fun looking.

I unravel my towel and bend down to throw my hair in a pony tail. The second I bend over, I realized my mistake as a catcall reaches my ears. I had completely forgotten about the teenage boys, who were not that far away from me.

I hear another catcall as I stand with crimson cheeks. Will my embarrassment ever end?

I turn around to stare at the three teenage boys who now have a lusty hormonal stare.

"Huh-huh-hi." I barely manage to squeak out.

"Hey, do you come here often?" A blonde muscular boy with a French accent suggestively asked.

"Jean-Luc, just because you have a sexy accent does not mean that girls will love your corny pickup lines." An olive skinned boy, who is clearly of Italian descent countered with an Italian accent.

I'm so jealous of these boys and their sexy non-Amerian accents. The only boy who has yet to speak is one with features resembling South Asia.

"Hello? Why are you starting at me like I am a piece of meat? I mean I know that I am delectable, but I would love to be in one pool area where I can relax." I didn't even realize that I was staring. The last finally spoke; had a Boston accent.

"I'm sorry, I never had any intention of doing any of this." I merely mumbled. The voice of my words died on my lips.

"Sweety, if you had no intentions, then why did you come here in a sexy one-piece? I mean, I know us Frenchies are suppose to act like we have seen it all, but I just want to see what all is under that one-piece." My mouth completely dropped open.

"Jean-Luc...you know, forget it. I'm sorry, he still hasn't learned about how to respect a lady." Italy apologizes for Frenchie or Jean-Luc's dirty flirting. "Hi, I'm Alessandro."

"Hey, uh...I-I'm Brittany. Brittany Cole."

"You don't have a Californian accent." Asia plainly stated.

"Quan, be nice." Alessandro, defending me once again.

"It's fine, I am fine. I don't come here often, nor am I from here. I am actually from Maine. A friend and I are visiting to see the stars."

"Honey, you're looking at one." Jean-Luc cockily states.

"We have this one friend, who loves star searching. He once lived in Maine, you might know him. He moved here last year during our junior year in high school. Do you know anyone named Kyle?" Kyle. Kyle. Kyle. A year of not hearing that name, and I still remember him and can't get him out of my system.

"You know that she doesn't know Kyle. Why would you ask such a thing, Alessandro?" I don't know who stated this, all of the voices are blending together. There is only one voice that is on my mind. I didn't expect anyone to mention his name on this trip, especially three strangers.

"As a matter of fact, I do know Kyle. He and I had Algebra One together in high school." It was now my turn to talk.

"You do? Wait what is your full name Brittany?"

"Brittany Cole."

"He mentioned something about a girl in high school." Alessandro stated.

"It's probably not me, we rarely talked. He didn't even know my name." Okay, so those are all lies. I can't tell them the truth, or else they'll think I am obsessed with him. If he hears that I like him, that will just inflate his huge ego.

"Okay, we'll just tell him that we saw you. We actually have to meet up with him, do you want to come?" Jean-Luc ask.

"No, I'm just going to hang out with my friend."

"That hurts, Hon'. If you want to have fun, we are attending a party tonight. You are free to come with your friend. See ya then, Brit Brit." Jean-Luc ended while getting out of the pool.

"Bye guys, I might just stop by with my friend." I hope Kyle will be there.