The Player

The Player-5

The Player

Chapter 5

"The city of lights"

"Come on Dan!" My Dad shouted, "don't be such a spoilt sport and hurry up!"

I scrunched my face, dragging my suitcase across the pavement, towards the line of Taxi's, awaiting newcomers that were arriving at The International Airport in Paris. Mum, Dad and Ash, stood alongside my older brothers girlfriend, Natalie. Natalie was a petite, slim girl with brunette hair and green eyes. A girl with an amazing personality. In words she was a total hottie and lets just say that I thought someone like my brother didn't deserve her. 

Last weekend Dad had offered to take along a friend (or girlfriend lets say), along with us to Paris. I definately didn't want to take Charlotte along, otherwise she would have done my head in, but Ash had brought Natalie along.

"Taxi for five please?" Mum asked politley. The driver gave her a strange look obviousley not understanding english. Seriously, sometimes I forgot how much of and idiot she was. The driver had taken offence in no one knowing his native language and turned to leave.

"Taxi pour cinq s'il vous plait?" I repeated in french.

The driver stopped and came back muttering cohesively under his breath. 

Mum watched me in surprise.

"What?" I squirmed beneath her gaze.

"Impressive," Ash commented.

I blushed, my blood running to my cheeks.

"Idiot" I whispered.

The driver had dropped us off at our first destination, a summer resort. The place was huge. It consisted of three huge buildings, surrounding a immense outdoor swimming pool, with deck chairs lining all around. Inside was a smooth reception area beside a large lounge. The lounge contained vintage couches and pale lampshades.

Dad made his way over to the reception desk.

"Hello, we're the Miller family, under room reservations," 

The women at the desk-small plump and serene- eyed us all.

"Ah, yes, Mr and Mrs Miller and children." she affirmed with a french accent.

No one corrected her for mistaking Natalie for our sister, it was quite a funny site though because she seemed perplexed.

"Rooms 306 and 307."

That evening we all visited the pool side. There was some sort of social gathering for all residents at the resort. A man in a apron worked at the barbecue as people chattered and drank. My stomache rumbled. Food. I needed it. Aeroplane food was rubbish. And they never give you enough.

I chose a beef burger and filled another paper plate with french fries. Umm... delicious.

Ash walked over, and stole a fry, popping it into his mouth and moaning extravagantly. 

"Oi" I grunted inappropiatley, slapping his now outstretched hand.

"Be nice" he grinned evilly, sitting down.

"Wohoo! Who is that hottie?' Ash whistled. I followed his gaze to a tall blonde in a baby pink bikini.

"Last time I checked, YOU had a girlfriend," I stated.

"Well now, do I?" he answered arrogantly.

I frowned.

"Yeah."

"She's not my girlfriend," he announced.

I snorted.

"Then what is she?"

"My fuck buddy."

I choked on my spit.

"What's the difference?" I said regaining my composure.

"A girlfriend is a female acquaintance or romantice companian. A fuck buddy is someone your with for obvious reasons," he smirked, knowing full well he was getting a reaction out of this.

Finally, the player shows his true colours.