Waves In My Heart

Chapter One

Water. It was all I could see. It could had been one minute, one hour, one week. Time was meaningless. My lungs were burning and my head was spinning as I ran out of oxygen. I looked at my right and there it was... the unforgettable image of a faceless boy, gasping for air. The longer I screamed, the blurrier my vision got...

I woke up breathless with the sun burning the left side of my face. Summer was finally upon us and I couldn't be more delighted. If only I didn't have to work at the beach club to pay my college fees... It was only my second week working there as a waitress, in the extremely fancy restaurant of the club, and it was already unbearable. It was filled with rich, spoiled kids whose school had already finished.

I quickly got up, grabbing my work clothes from the beige armchair by the ceiling high window.

As usual, I took the train to the beach to avoid the morning traffic. I entered the carriage in hope no one had seen me tripping over the smallest stone while running for my life so I wouldn't miss the train. After hearing everyone's giggles, I concluded my prayers had not been heard.

I finally arrived at Bondi Junction, perfectly aware that I had about five minutes to get to work before my boss noticed I was absent from the morning service at the club. I walked in the gigantic kitchen already with my apron on and ready to serve some snobs.

The morning carried on with no major events. Some pampered clients, nothing I couldn't handle.

Lunch hour had started only twenty minutes before a handsome, very tall, blonde haired guy entered the restaurant with three more people. He had the most dreamy blue eyes and I couldn't help but lock my eyes on his. He was laughing at some joke one of the mans of the group had said. His teeth had definitely been whitened. I wish mine were like that...

"I have a reservation under the name Shawn Anderson", he said to me in the sexiest voice I had ever heard.

I had to clear my throat before answering.

"Hum... Please follow me".

As I was leading the small group to their booked table, Shawn approached me.

"Nice pair of legs".

I was as red as one could be. It was not my fault that our boss made us wear the shortest uniform dresses someone could wear without showing their underwear. We got a lot of creepy stares throughout the day, which made this job even better.

"... thanks, uh, I grew them myself... My name is Chloe, and I am going to be your waitress for this meal. Here is the menu. I will be right back".

I got out of there as soon as I could, and quickly entered the kitchen. I took a deep breath and tried to stay as calm as one could be in this situation.

When I reentered the dining room and approached Shawn's table, I noticed he was talking pretty loudly on his phone.

"Well, then you f**king have to do something about it, right?"

I put on my warmest smile when I asked what they wanted to order.

"Will that be all? Ok, I'll be back in a few minutes with your meal. Excuse me".

"I don't want to hear it, do as you're told for once", said Shawn, getting angrier. I wouldn't want to be the person talking to him...

Fifteen minutes later I came back to their tables with the dishes they chose on my tray. Surprisingly, Shawn was still on the phone.

"... what the hell do you mean with 'you could loose your sponsorship?!'", he yelled over the phone. 

All of a sudden, he got up and inevitably bumped into me, blinded by his anger. All of the food still to be served was on the floor alongside with shattered pieces of the most expensive plates anyone could imagine.