The Pool Boy

Revenge. (4th Chapter)

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Melody’s POV:

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Stomping my heels on purpose, I climb the stairs to my room. I can’t believe how rude he is! I did not say a single offending word to him, and he kept firing bullets at me! Who on earth does he think he is to talk to me in this way?

I debate whether to go outside and give him a fit of his own, but my prestige does not allow that to happen. I should never talk to him, and maybe I’ll be so formal that he will crack. Oh, and next time, if I catch him scanning me in hungry eyes; I’ll make sure that it will be the last time he does it.

“Mellie? Honey, why did you leave?” My dad’s calming voice, stops my war of thought instantly. I turn around from the top of the stairs, and look at him calmly. “Nothing, the weather is incredibly warm, and I thought that going back inside is better. I just showered after all.” My dad looks at me, making sure that my words are honest. 

“Alright, well I just wanted you to save this number on your phone. Harry will be moving in to the guesthouse beside the pool. If in any case you may need his assistance, call him.” I bend my fingers to crack them, as I climb downstairs to meet my father’s level. I jot down Harry’s number on my phone, and sigh in utter frustration.

 “Why is daddy’s girl upset, huh?” My dad lifts my chin up and I shake my head to regain conscience. “Nothing dad, I guess it’s the affect of last night.” He nods understanding, and walks to the dining room.

…The Next Day (Afternoon)…

I fidget with my fingers, while I lie down on my bed. I really feel like exploring Chanel’s store today, but I don’t have the motivation to move from my bed. “Miss Cramer, Harry is downstairs to see you.” Albert’s announcement behind my door, made my mind twirl.

Why is he here?! And he wants to see me? For what reason? Ugh, it probably is for something he couldn’t locate. But, why wouldn’t he ask Albert instead? I surrender to my thoughts, and stand up to dress up immediately. I make sure that my outfit is short-lengthen, just to see his reaction again. I dazzle my face with light make-up, and walk downstairs (http://www.polyvore.com/target_launcher/set?id=112710685&lid=3328693).

Harry’s back is facing me, so I make sure my heels thunder as I go downstairs. He notices the voice, so he reacts by turning around. Just as I expected, his reaction of scanning me is still replaying at the moment.

I make sure my face is rigid, showing no emotions what so ever; even though it is hard not to blush.I walk closer to him, and cross my arms. “Need anything?” I ask dryly, and he surprises me by laughing. I furrow my eyebrows, still clueless of the reason behind his laughter.

“(His laughter dies slowly, as he speaks) I came here to apologize for yesterday. I might have been a little rude to you. Just want you to know I’m sorry, okay?” Seeking my forgiveness this easily? Not going to work, Harry. “Oh are you? Well, as I recall you clearly stated that you don’t want me to be ‘friendly’ or ‘socialable’ with you. And I gave it a thought. Turns out you are completely right. You are my pool boy, nothing more nothing less. So, to make your wish come true, your apology is unexpected since there isn’t any emotional bond between us. After all, I don’t see why you have to be ‘caring’ right, um… sorry what was your name again? Harry, right?”

I swear it that his eyeballs were going to explode like water-filled balloons. His features changed to seriousness… and anger? He did not speak any word in reply, he just kept darting his eyes in mine in a death gaze. 

“(I smirk.) Oh, I almost forgot, my body is not taken out of a Playboy catalogue, so stop staring. Now, I’ll leave you to your work. Catch you later, Harry.” I walk around him and head to the door, screaming victory in my mind all the time.