The Pool Boy

The Beginning. (1st Chapter)

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Melody’s POV:

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Everything around me is moving in slow motion. The dance floor is so packed, that it seems impossible to breathe. My friends are enjoying themselves, and none of them have noticed how many times their glasses were refilled. I, myself, can’t stop laughing. Maybe it’s because I gulped down a massive amount of alcohol? But who cares anyway? I’m living my life by the second, not even thinking of what might happen tomorrow.

Glasses cling together at every cheer of “CHEERS!”, bottles of Champaign are slithered all over the table… That’s how I like to party. No worries or fear about the money what so ever. Since the day I was born, I had a credit card, literary I am not lying. This endless fortune is because of my dad’s elite position. Yes, call me a snob, a daddy’s girl if it sounds right… But hey, it’s true.

I look around the dim area of the nightclub, and smile at my friends’ foolishness. They come from the same financial profile as I, I guess it makes sense that your friends are a reflection of who you are. Camille, my childhood friend, nudges my shoulder playfully and I give her a smile; stopping myself from overthinking my life in my current drunk phase. Yes I party, and yes I live to high-class standards, but in the end I am a human being. I have been called, stuck up, and rich arrogant countless times, but it never affected me.

It’s who I am, and that is not a motive for me to lose my pride in myself. Have you noticed how much I say the words I, me, my, and myself? I guess it tells you a little about my character. Full of herself you might say, but that’s not negative at all. People live their entire life trying to seek self-appreciation and confidence, so why envy me if I have them already. I’ll let you figure out my major in university… Oh you couldn’t guess right?

Well, you might assume that a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Malibu girl like me wouldn’t care about education; you’re wrong. I am proud to say that my major is phycology… Yes phycology. I always admired how humans think differently, and how they behave in their lives.

“Girls look at Mel! She’s being silently crazy! Hahahaha!” Brianna laughs and they all join, even myself. “(I slur) Girliesss please lets leave!” I say to my friends as I start to feel my head pounding. “Oh come on Mel! It’s only 2:30am! Live a little! This is the first day of summer vacation!” 

Nancy whines/states as she swallows her glass of alcohol like water. I laugh and shake my head a little, denying what she said playfully. “I’m sorry girls, but I think It’s time for me to leave… As you said Bri, it’s the first day of summer vacation. (She nods, and I continue as the others listen.) I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hug my three friends lightly, as I collect my purse (http://www.polyvore.com/night_sass/set?id=111637123&lid=3328693), and step out of the VIP stall.

I climb down the stairs of the nightclub’s exit, and give my car keys to the valet employee. As I wait for my car, I close my eyes and breathe. When will I be able to find myself truly happy…? Money and fortune are amazing I won’t deny, but they don’t make me happy…

I huff a hot breath and open my eyes instantly to see my car in front of me. “Here you go Miss.” The valet opens the door for me, as I slide in to my Mercedes. I thank him with a drunk look, and he smiles as he closes the door for me; allowing me to depart.

I read the signs on the road, like a tourist to this area. I guess I am that hammered to be doing this. I’ve been in Malibu since I was born, but that didn’t prevent me from traveling wherever I want. A private jet is always a girl’s best friend, right? What am I blabbing right now…? Ugh, focus on the road Melody. I run my fingers through my hair, and drive in slow speed to my mansion. Summer vacation has just started…