Private Beach

Chapter 3 ~ Trunks

I had no idea where the boy in the swim trunks went, so I called Pedro and asked him to pick me up at the hospital and that I’d explain what happened later.

“Yes, okay, I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

I waited an hour and he still hadn’t showed up so I got a ride from my friend Hailey.

“I’m so glad you came, Pedro’s being an ass and forgot about me. But whatever, he’ll hear about it when I get home.” I said to Hailey.

“No problem. After all, you are my best friend.” She says, smiling a bit as she pokes me in the shoulder.

“I can’t get over that guy in the swim trunks. We should call him Trunks, like the kid from Dragon Ball Z.”

“Haha you’re such a dork. But okay, that fits.”

“Hey, I grew up with my brother who happens to love Dragon Ball Z.” I say, defending myself.

“Ohh whateverr.” She says. “I’m gonna help you find that kid. Trunks or whatever.”

Just then we pulled up to my beach house. “We’ll continue this conversation later, on the phone.” I say, getting out of the car.

“Okay, I’ll call you later.”

“Thanks for the ride Hal!”

“No probs.” She says, slowly driving away.

When I walked in the house I was nearly knocked over by Sargent and Jessie. “Okay okay, calm down. I know you missed me.” I said, running my hand over both their heads.

Proceeding to the kitchen to look for Pedro, hear shooting sounds coming from the den.

“Fuck! I’m down. Damn snipers.” I hear a young man’s voice say.

“Haha! Dead ass.” That’s Pedro talking.

I turn the corner and see three boys sitting on the edge of our black leather couch, all of them have black controllers in their hands.

“Pedro!” I half yell, “You’re here playing Black Ops while I’m in the hospital?”

The three of them exchange looks, “Oh, shit,” He says, his face flushing, “Sorry sis, I guess I was kind of distracted . . .” he drifts, carefully placing the controller on the coffee table.

“I called you and asked you to meet me at the front gate and waited for an hour.” My voice rising. “Still no Pedro. So I called Hailey instead and she picked me up.”

“I’m sorry! I just got caught up here, I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

“Whatever. I’m fine now.”

“Uh, hey Pedro. I guess we should go upstairs.” One of the two new guys say.

“Yeah, we don’t want to be interrupting anything.” The other says.

“No, no. No need. We’re done here. Go ahead and play your game, I’ll be outside doing whatever Peyton does.” I reply in a sarcastic, mean tone.

“This is Damien,” Pedro introduces, gesturing to the first guy, “and Trevor,” and to the other.

“Nice to meet you.” Damien says.

“It’s a pleasure.” Trevor says, looking me in the eye. Awkwardd.

“Oh, cool. I’m Peyton.” And I turn and walk out onto the deck, the wind pushing my hair back as I slip on my flip flops.