Dodging the bad boy?

finding out...

So you know when you read those amazing stories about that rich girl and her model boyfriend and they live in some kind of massive dream house.

Yanoo like 'we walked down the winding marble staircase to find an olympic sized swimming pool as it sparkled in the moonlight' blardy bla.

THAT was how to describe my supposed 'uncles' house But this time I was the one to walk down the marble staircase! Except from the fact that there wasn't an olympic sized swimming pool but instead a full room of fancy pants party guests.

after i had finished drooling over some hot italian waiter someone must have hired i decided to hunt down my uncle (even though i had no idea what he looked like).

So pushing through the crowd of posh nosh self made entrepreneurs I reached the middle of the hall and looked around like a meerkat perched on a branch looking for its insect prey. Oh dear I watch too many documentaries.

"Bridget?"

I turned round to see a tall man dressed in a completely white suit (oh dear) He had VERRY tanned skin and dark brown hair with a tinge of red. He stood up straight and peered at my with his bright blue eyes as if i was some kind of undiscovered species.

"Erm yes" I replied straightening out the crease in my dress and putting on a dodgy fake grin.

"Its alright bridget i know you have no idea who i am but just to confirm its uncle Dan"

"Dan?" i retorted I had no idea I even had an uncle half an hour ago let alone his name was Dan and that he was some kind of millionaire in a white suit.

"yes its me! Do you not remember me - well i suppose you wouldn't but still, I wrote to you and never got anything back"

"No i never got any letters from you" I bit my lip and tried to think back about receiving any letters but i just couldn't remember.

"Oh well" he sighed "suppose your mum was never big on the idea of you getting to know me"

"why would that be?"

Dan looked down at the floor and frowned, he snapped his fingers and shook my hand.

"well Bridgey nice seeing you again i'm sorry but I have to tend to my other guests i'll see you around"

With that he walked off, scratching the back of his neck.

Well then i thought to myself they say you learn somthing new everyday, with that i picked up my dress and walked over to a waiter who was holding a tray of cocktails i walked past and grabbed a brightly coloured pink one, god knows what it was but then again i'm not coktail expert.

Just as i was about to lift it of the tray i felt a hand pull at my arm from behind, shocked i looked up.

'ah ah ah' the waiter tutted at me and shook his head 'YOU my clumsy friend are underage'

With that he lifted the glass from my hands and placed it back onto the tray with a cheeky grin on face.

'Wha-'

'If you let me interrupt i'll answer all your questions. You my red haired clutz earlier on crashed into me by the poolside remember?'

I winced remembering the earlier event, i mean i thought i would never see him again, i thought that he'd of just brushed himself off and remembered me as the crazy girl running from seven year olds but no, he had to be on a double shift now serving cocktails at my uncles party. just my luck.

'Erm well you're right' i replied. 'but how did you know my age?'

The words creepy stalker flashed through my mind.