The Pool Boy

Fifteen Minutes. (17th Chapter)

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Melody's POV:

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Once I finish dressing up (http://www.polyvore.com/evening_classic/set?id=113350780&lid=3328693), I slide my heels on and storm out of my room to the outside. I ride my car, and stare at the gate that is yet to be opened. I groan and honk my horn continuously until he comes out of the guesthouse. Once he opens the gate, I begin to drive out of my mansion.

He taps my window when I reach his stand, and I roll it down. I don’t dare to give him any look, and I face the road that is yet to be driven. “(I ask without any emotion, keeping my eyes on the road) What do you want now?” He breathes, and then speaks: “Drive safely I guess…” I don’t answer him, or even nod. I simply close my window, and press on the gas in a fast speed.

…At Crystal’s Nightclub…

I keep drinking nonstop, just so that I can lighten up from today. How could he do this to me? How does he always find away to confuse me? I cannot bare this anymore. “Woah, Mellie! Slow down.” Camille takes my glass from my hand, and places it on the table.“What’s with you today? I thought we would have fun and laugh. You haven’t even smiled since we came here.”

 I feel bad for being a downer right now, maybe I shouldn’t think about this more than it deserves. I smile back at Camille, and speak: “You’re right. I’m sorry. Let’s hit the dance floor a little, deal?” She smiles in excitement, and I let a little laughter slide off of my mouth. Camille and I enjoy our time, while we dance and cling our wine glasses together. We laugh at how stupid we’re dancing, but it doesn’t really matter at the moment. I just want to forget and clear my mind completely.

Once my feet start to hurt from dancing stupidly, I yell in Camille’s ear so she could hear my voice from the loud music playing. “Lets go sit down.” She laughs and drapes her hand in mine, as we climb back to the VIP area. “You know, I think we should call it a night. It’s 2:15 am already.”

 I suggest, and she frowns in a drunken/funny matter. “Party pooper, I hate you!” I laugh a lot, and I begin to notice that the alcohol is taking it’s effect on me. Deep down I worry for driving back in my current estate. “Am not! Come on let’s go.” Camille laughs, and we both sway in unstable movements to the exit.

Once we are outside, the valet takes our keys while we wait outside; we still are laughing and I’m positive she might fall down in any second. “You girls want to keep this night going?” An unknown guy, with two others, approaches us with his slurry words. “(I manage to sound serious.) No, thanks.” 

He doesn’t seem to get the rejection, so he yanks my arm and makes me face him forcefully. “(His eyes are red, and they give me chills instantly) You’re feisty aren’t you?” He begins to drag me to what seems is his car, but Camille interferes.

She pulls me back to her, and struggles to keep me by her side. I won’t blame her he is stronger than the both of us, so are the guys he’s with. “Let her go.” She shoots her words protectively, but I feel like crying from the sudden fright.

“Piss off.” The guy groans, and pulls me back to walk with him. “It seems that you don’t understand proper English, right?” I freeze at the voice that I hear. No, it can’t be him; I must be drunk and scared to the extreme that I am beginning to mix reality with imagination. The guy turns us back, and my eyes realize the presence of two dark green eyes, with two balled up fists ready to charge.