Vacation Sucks!...Wait, a Hot Lifeguard?

Vacation Sucks!...Wait, a Hot Lifeguard? (10)

I don't know how you all will feel about this chapter but here it is. Chapter ten =) I didn't edit this chapter but when I get a chance I will.

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"Who's my date going to be?" I asked Jordan, trying to get any information he can give me. Of course it had to be Ethan. Ethan being Becca's sister and all.

"Are you planning on answering me?" I insisted. Jordan didn't say a word. He was actually started to freak me out. He's never this quiet unless he feels guilty or is sad. I know it wasn't the latter.

"Hello?" I waved my hands in front of his face to provoke him. I kicked him and managed to get in a good slap but he still didn't say anything.

"What's wrong? I don't like talking to myself." I said sincerely.

Did he not want me to go anymore?

"You know if you want I'll just say here..."

"No, I was just thinking about something." He said while he changed his shirt for the sixth time now. He already changed his shirt five times before and know he was back to trying on the very first shirt he started with.

"Thinking about what? And stop changing! That shirt looks perfect on you."

"I don't know if I like this shirt though. Doesn't it make me look sort of fat?" He turned to his side to get a better view of his profile.

"Jordan, are you serious?" I restrained myself from laughing. Like I said before he just sounded like a girl.

"Stop making fun of me. I really want to look my best for her. She's really pretty and if all goes well..." He winked at me. "You know what will happen."

"Eww. You pervert! I bet you won't even get past first stage."

"That depends on what the first stage is."

"Holding hands." I said matter of factly, like this rule/stage was written in some book to make it more official than it really was.

"I can bet you that I'll get to at least stage four."

"What would stage four be?"

He smirked like he was going to school me on something. "Stage four...little sister is full out making out."

"But-"

"My hand on her thigh and her wanting more." I laughed at this. He's seemed to be so sure that this was going to happen.

"How do you know she even wants you that way?"

"We'll just have to wait and see. But to make this more fun for the both of us I bet you I can get to stage four and if I win you have to..." He looked around, thinking. "You have to be my slave for a week."

I raised my eyebrow. "You can't come up with something more realistic? Being your slave isn't that much fun..." I shuttered remembering the last time I lost a bet and became his slave for a week. He had me make a full course dinner with appetizers and juice refills for him and all his friends. Jordan also made me clean out his room; a process that took me over eight hours long. I think he purposely left out his dirty boxers and socks laying around so I'd pick them up. There was an old ham and cheese sandwich under his bed that had mold on it and yea...I'm not going to get to into the details of that horrible week.

"Hmm, no I like you being my slave just fine."

'Fine but if I win you have to stay in this stupid room for a week and stay away from anything that is known as a girl."

"Ha, so you're calling yourself a boy?"

"No!"

"But you said stay away from anything known as a girl and obviously I'm going to be right here in this here bed at night." He pointed at his bed that was like a yard stick away.