The Beach House

Ch.3

After getting our luggage and getting a cab to take us to the house, we are here standing outside of this beautiful big house. The house was a grey and white house with a blue door. The house was beautiful but what shock us the most was how big it was. It house was a three story high. It looks like had about 8 rooms in there. I wonder why they thought we need this big of a house for only four of us. I saw the girls and their reaction was the exact same as mine. Jessica's face was slightly more confused.

"Wow!"

"Oh my gosh."

"Are you sure this is the address?"

They all asked and said at the same time. I double check the paper and it says 156 Beach Wave Dr.

I nod my head, and next thing I know Jessica grabs my hand and yanks me toward the front door.

"Hurry open it!" she demanded me.

I got the key and put it through the key whole, and turn it. It works. Lori run past us and looks around. The inside was more breath taking than the outside. The house screams beach and classic at the same time. I can't believe our parents got us this house! It's unbelievable.

"Fucking asshole!"

What the...? That was a man's voice.

I turn to see Jessica and Lori looking confuses and Kasi looks scared. Who the hell is in this house? It sounds like it came from upstairs. I guess the girls read my mind because everybody looks up the stairs.

Lori puts a finger up to her mouth signaling us to be quiet. We all grab something sharp or hard to defend ourselves.

We went the stair slowly, and the voices were getting louder.

"You cheated!"

"Don't be soared loser!"

Then some people started laughing. My eyes widen, there more than two people. How many people are up there? Kasi looks like she was in panic mode; she grabbed me and pushes me in front of her. What the fuck? Do I look like the strongest?

The next thing I heard was thump thump. "Fuck!"

I look down the stair and Jessica was on her ass. She fucking slipped.

Silence.

Shit, did they hear us?

We run down the stair and went towards the front door but somebody grab my arm. "AHH. Please don't hurt me. I'm a very nice person!" I yelled shielding myself from the person who has a very strong grip on my arm.

"What the fuck?"

"Get your hands off her you little prick!"

"Who the hell are you guys?"

"I'm calling the cops!"

Everybody was yelling at the same time. They started bickering, but I stayed quiet, the guy still has a grip on my arm. I was looking back towards my friends and then the guys and they were all yelling, even Kasi.

I look up at the guy whose hand that is STILL holding my arm and I saw he was already looking at me. He had short brown hair that was style up and nice define jaw line. He looks like my age if anything maybe a year older. He had a gray collar shirt and blue jeans. His muscle was slightly bulging through his shirt. Overall this man was hot.

His eyes were roaming over me and I felt my cheeks heating up. I turn away to avoid eye contact. My friends were still arguing with his friends. This is obviously not getting anywhere.