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Summer Blues

Summer Blues

Dear Lord, if I die today it will be because of Mother Nature’s fault.

My head was pounding and my eyes were on fire from the aftermath at of Damon’s party last night. It got to a point where I had drunken away at least 10 years off my lifespan. I don’t remember what I did, who I did, or anything in between those lines but this morning Siri and Jake ran around the house blowing up our ears and destroying my brain with the sounds of an air horn.

It was absolute torture.

Of course, after kicking their asses, Damon kicked every drunken kid that stood the night out. That was a big problem of which took about 45 minutes to accomplish. Cassie forced us all to clean the house since Magda, Damon’s nanny servant, was off for vacation. Imagine cleaning with no drugs to numb the mind. By the time we were done, I had no tears left to cry.

Damon allowed us to lollygag some more. We all ended up chilling at the poolside, freeloading off his pool and food or at least the bit that remained.

Katherine was not a fun happy go lucky person to be around when she has a hangover but I always thought she had some sort of mental disability or anger management situations so I never questioned her motives.

“Cowabunga,” Jake shouted from the left side of the pool cannonballing right in.

Right behind him was Siri. She looked towards me, waved, than ran straight off the diving board landing into the pool with a big splash.

Kat and I were on the poolside lounging on the white chairs. She was trying to get a tan so she could look more Mediterranean. I decided to join her because the boys were in the pool trashing Siri and Cassie and I hate that feeling of someone holding me down underwater. I get the feeling like I’m being drowned and I start to feel uncomfortable.

I was more comfortable sitting down, away from everyone, with a pair of huge tinted heavy shades covering my eyes.

Damon casually pulled himself out of the pool and up onto the walkway. I never thought of Damon as handsome because of whom he is and his world known reputation but right now I couldn’t deny that he wasn’t attractive. He had the jet black hair and the bright blue eyes making the perfect combo. His chest wasn’t bad to look at either. A nice six pack was imprinted into his chest. The water drops slid down and in between the lines and for some reason I became very thirsty.

The heat’s getting to me.

Taking a seat besides Kat, he leaned forward and smirked at her being. She had on a pair of sunglasses that were rested on her head intertwined with the strands of her hair but the minute he showed up she pulled the shades down over her eyes and sighed in annoyance.

“It’s not even hot outside. It’s humid. That means it’s sticky. It also means you stink, Damon,” Kat said shoving him away from her chair. “You’re also blocking my sun.”

The nudge was useless. He stood still and watched her figure under his sinister eyes.

“Move Damon before I end up kicking your ass.”

“Do it, I dare you,” he challenged.

Kat tilted her shades up peering out eying Damon up and down before pulling them back down; a smirk planted on her lips.

Instincts told me to move . . . fast.

“Okay, fine. Don’t move.”

Kat reached over and grabbed her pina colada from off the counter table and stirred it for a while before taking a long sip. I stood up and moved over one chair leaving the middle one empty. Without saying a word, Kat took out the little umbrella in the cup, ate the little cherry, and then poured out the rest of the contents all over Damon’s body. The juice slithered all the way down his hair and chest leaving chunks all over making a huge mess.