Abalone's Story.

 This is the second book to "Summer crush", its the son Abalone's story! Hope you guys enjoy! I was intending to wait, but yesterday I spoke with two fans tht really made me want to post this story!

 MEETING AVERY LEIGHTON:

   “Chug, chug, chug!” The crowd shouted as I swallowed down the alcohol. I had taken four shots and two beers.

    “Damn.” I muttered, slamming down the last beer. I wasn’t sure why I was drinking so much tonight, but I hadn’t been feeling right all week so I figured this would help.

    “You alcoholic!” Ryan said laughing as he walked over to me. Ryan was my best mate. I couldn’t help, but tag him alone every time I went out.

    “Shut up.” I grumbled. I scanned across the living room of Woodwind’s place. Woodwind was Hollywood’s misfit kid. See, only Hollywood’s elite get into his parties. Being Quinn Beck’s son granted me the chance, although now she went by my father, Stark, name’s, Coyle. My parents were currently on tour, but they would be back the end of the week.

    “Don’t tell me you’re daydreaming now.” Ryan urged as he yanked me closer to the kitchen. I shook my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that happened this week. “So, the usual games?” Ryan challenged with a smirk. I grinned.

    “You bet.” I said. “Who’s the target?” I asked my eyes skimmed the room only to land a brunette with a slender body.

    “Hm.” Ryan eyed a few girls.

    I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Wait. Who’s that girl?” I questioned as she turned to reveal a beautiful face with green eyes. Ryan followed my eyes.

    He laughed. “That’s Avery Leighton.” He said with a knowing look.

    “What do you have on her?” I asked interested.

    “Only that she wouldn’t give you the time of day.” He shrugged.

    “What do you mean? I’m attractive!” I said defensively. It was true though, not even to sound cocky. I looked like my father, but with my mothers eyes. I had the same dirty -blonde hair as my dad, but my mother’s hazel-blue eyes. I even had a similar build to my dad. I was a bit smaller than him, but that’s only because I had just turned eighteen.

    “Yeah, sure. But she isn’t interested in the elite. She likes real guys.” Ryan said casually. “Besides, I heard that she’s in a relationship anyway.”

    I arched my eyebrow in curiosity. “Who?”

    He smiled. “Jackson.”

    I groaned. “Uh, not that Jackson kid!” I whined. Jackson Erving. I knew exactly who he was. He was probably one of the biggest computer geek, assholes who worked for Paramount Film  studios.  “So he worked up here on his own, big fucking deal.” I muttered.

    “Yeah, but he did it and he’s only like twenty-one.”

    I shrugged. “How old is she?” I asked watching her.

    “Seventeen. I think she’ll be eighteen next week.”

    I nodded. “Well, I’m gonna talk to her.” I said storming off. I played it casual. She was sitting on the counter drinking from a red cup. I walked over to her. She looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back softly and reached above her to grab a cup. She ducked, leaning closer to me. I could smell her perfume. I leaned back and walked over to the fridge. See, the trick was to led them on a bit then make them chase after you. I walked over to the table looking at her while I poured a cup of passion fruit juice. She eyed me carefully, nibbling on her finger. I restored the juice and leaned against it, watching her as I drank.