Once Upon A Wave

II. I Met A Dickhead

I felt all too embarrassed to look up. A whistle caught my ears. "Damn that ass." The voice was low but still carried loud and clearly to my ears. I huffed, the tips of my ears burning up as blood rushed to my face in embarrassment. I picked myself up from the floor, my eyes clashing against a guy who's leaning lazily against the black banisters. I felt as if a whoosh of air left my lungs. The guy was so– ugly.

Hah! I wish that was true. Messy, dark brown hair, full– almost pouty lips fitting perfectly to his defined jaw, he was the epitome of attractive. My eyes helplessly trailed down, past his tight v-neck white t-shirt, down to his jeans covered crotch. I mean legs.

"Done checking me out yet sweetheart?" He drawled arrogantly, chuckling. I rearranged my features into a scowl, dusting the imaginary dust off of me. "Since when did Elliot hire a new maid?" He took a couple of steps forward, his eyes scanning me up and down.

"I am not a maid." I hissed, huffing to myself. Reaching down, I tried with one more attempt to carry the suitcase up the stairs.

"Seems like a maid to me." He commented, slowly walking towards the stairs, so casual it was as if he's taking a stroll in the park. "Cheap jeans, frail edges along your top, carrying a guest's suitcase up the stairs, everything a maid would do."

My mouth fell open and I gaped at him. "Excuse me!" How the hell did he notice? "Just because I don't wear fancy designer clothes and act like a spoilt little girl, doesn't mean I am your maid. Who are you, fûcking Regina George? Did you just finish filming your latest video of the Fashion Police?" I rolled my eyes, taking the last couple of steps up to the second floor. I grinned victoriously. Made it! I allowed the suitcase to drop loudly onto the ground.

A pair of shoes appeared in front of my vision. "What are you doing? Please-" I used my hands to push the air to my left, "move."

"You're a feisty one." He crossed his arms. "What's your name?"

I sighed, deciding to not reply, instead, tugging up the handle to the suitcase. Moving around to his left, I was forced to pause mid step as he sidestepped to the left with me. My mouth fell open. I tried the right, he followed suit. "How old are you, five?" I scowled, feeling my annoyance rising.

"Say the magic word and I'll let you through." The corner of his lips quirked up into a haughty smirk.

He is seriously a five year old. "Fûcking open sesame." I cursed, running a hand through my hair.

"No, sweetheart, your name."

I raised my eyebrow. "What?"

"Your name is the magic word." He clicked his finger.

I sighed deeply. "Fine. I'm Chanel. Not nice to meet you. Happy now?" Rolling my eyes, I pushed past him and down the corridor, walking away blindly, with only one goal in mind. To get away from this sexy lunatic.

"If you are searching for the guest rooms then you are walking the wrong way." He called from behind me, using two fingers to direct to the left. I spun on the spot, walking back a couple of steps, and turned down the corridor he was indicating at, all the while he snickered in the background. I held my head high, trying my best to walk in a straight line. This everyday, mundane task seemed slightly impossible right now, as I am so well aware of his gaze on my body, my legs apparently forgot how to walk.

It's not everyday I manage to embarrass myself twice in front of a male. A hot one at that too.

I walked down the wide corridor of doors, finding one that was open ajar. My mother and Elliot stood by the open balcony, their conversation pausing as I walked in. "There you are Chanel. We thought you got lost." My mother shot a smile in my direction.