Boating I
Camila's POV
As hard as it was to believe, I didn't like being told what to do, nor did I respond well to threats.
Greta had attempted both of those things.
Not only was she a complete bitch, but one that needed to be put back in her place.
And being the good person that I am, I decide to do my part in making the world a better place and shove her back into whatever hole she crawled out of.
I would be her worst nightmare.
She may be nasty and conniving, but I could be vile and destructive.
I smile at reflection in the mirror as I finish up the last touches to my outfit. A simple black bikini a the top an inverted triangle tie up, with basic black bikini bottoms. Accessorised with gold jewellery, my outfit was beyond cute, just like the summer slip dress I threw on over top to cover up my goodies for the time being.
Goodies that were only intended for mine and Alejandro's eyes.
I meet Alejandro at the car waiting out front for us. Marco gets into the front seat nearest to the driver and I climb into the back next to Alejandro who's too preoccupied on his phone.
I smile when I realize we've got the back row to ourselves-
"Wait!"
That smile drops as I turn to catch sight of the blonde Barbie who forces herself into the car, but before she can move to the seat between Alejandro and I, I slide over so she's forced to sit on my left, while Alejandri's on my right.
"I hope you don't mind, I invited a few friends." I turn away from Greta and stare out of Alejandro's window, but not before rolling my eyes as hard as I can.
Alejandro's thigh nudges mine, and I dart my eyes to see his eyes almost amused watching me before they skim to Greta. "How many is a few?"
"I don't know... like fifty."
Alejandro sighs under his breath and I only hear it becasue I'm standing so close, but before he can respond, he's getting a call and mentally checking out of the conversation.
My eyes widen as I turn to look at her. "Fifty?" Who the fuck had that many friends? Either she was bluffing or a liar.
She sighs and glances at her phone screen, using it as a mirror to apply a deep red lip stain. "Not all of us are insufferable losers with little to no friends."
I don't let her comment faze me. "Beats being an insufferable bitch with an attitude problem."
She merely hums, and I catch sight of that patronising smile through the reflection on her phone. "I'm sure you'll bloom when you get to college and meet people your own age. That is- if you don't end up repeating a grade, again."
The car takes a turn, it's not a sharp one but I startle and slide to the left, knocking Greta's arm so that the lip stain she's applying winds up on the side of her face.
She seethes, I blink innocently.
"Oops."
. . .
I have never ran out of a car faster than I have in this very moment.
Riding with Greta was horrible.
She was whiny and wouldn't stop talking, it got so bad that Marco had to tell her to keep it down. And Marco didn't talk to Greta, like ever, it was the first thing he had ever said to her.
I hadn't seen much of Alejandro. He'd boarded the boat before anyone else could while Greta hurried off to the bathroom to fix the red blotches on her cheek and I'd stopped to admire the monstrosity that was Alejandro's yacht.
Wow.
It was multi levelled and nearly took up the entire section of the pier, swallowing the neighbouring boats docked.
I perch my sunglasses on my head and thank the man who assists me onto the boat and into the main floor.
This floor was by far the largest, with a lounge adorned in cushioned chairs in the main area and a large bar towards the deck, where even more seats sat.
There were already people standing around out there and by the looks of all the people, they were Greta's friends. The thought makes me form an automatic dislike for any and everyone out there.
Besides I wasn't here to socialise, I was here for one man and one man only.
I find said man sat alone in the lounge closet to me and away from the crowd, preoccupied with his laptop.
Despite the lounge chairs being as large as sofas, the man nearly took up an entire one, with his build and papers scattered all over it. I eye the one next to his, mine.
But my gaze naturally drifts back to my Adonis for a moment.
Because that man was fine.
He had on a pair of black swim trunks, showcasing the muscular skin of his thighs, and a thin loose flowy white button up. It wasn't like one of his normal dress shirts.
This one was flimsiy and he had only one button in the middle done up, it barely covered the broad skin underneath. The shirt exposed his sternum, and gave more than a little peek at his muscular abdomen.
And, oh boy, did Alejandro have muscles. They were everywhere, subtle and not too overbearing but enough to know that the man could handle himself if things ever came down to it. I pause on the muscles of his abdomen and briefly wonder if I'll ever get a glimpse of his arms and back.
Those were what got me.
He had a pair of sunglasses on, and his hair was lightly blowing with the light breeze. My stomach squeezes at the sight of him.
I will myself to snap out of it and make a move to walk over to him, but the moment I take a step, a flash of blonde hair passes me and the next thing I know, Greta's taking the seat next to him.
I purse my lips, cursing myself for standing here drooling over him when I could have had that seat.
But nonetheless I approach the lounger across from Alejandro as I watch Greta greet him.
"Hey babe!" She chirps practically jumping on him.
Alejandro's frustrated eyes snap to her sprawled figure. But instead of greeting her, he attempts to salvage his now crumbled papers before shooing her away with that colourful language he used on the phone most times.
I hold back a giggle as I turn my back to them and set my tote bag down. "Hey." I manage, over my shoulder hiding my smile when Greta gets off and returns to the chair next to his.
"Hey." I hear Alejandro mutter distractedly from behind me. I don't push any further, knowing he's clearly in work mode and wouldn't want to be disturbed.
Instead, I slip out of my dress and let my hair out of its braid, tipping my head back and brushing through the hopefully natural looking beach waves.
I don't look behind me, nor do I need to in order to tell I'm being watched.
The tickling sensation of a stare brushes my backside, yet when I turn to put my dress away, Alejandro's gaze is on his computer.
Maybe I was imagining it.
But something stirs in my gut as I eye the nasty glare Greta's sending between Alejandro and I. As though what she'd just saw soured her already soiled mood.
Maybe he was staring...
No. I wouldn't get my hopes up.
I shrug it off as I plop down into my chair and grab my music folder.
It was the same one I threw at Alejandro, and the same one Marco had slipped under my door that very night. Which meant he had collected all my spilled papers from the ground.
The gesture brings a smile to my face. Marco was awesome.
Music blares from the other side of the boat and I sigh before reaching into my bag for my noise canceling headphones.
If Greta's friends were anything like her, I wouldn't be able to relax and compose my music without them. And I couldn't afford wasting this precious time.
I had performances coming up, one of which was the school play and despite hating almost everything surrounding the word school, performing at the play was something that I enjoyed.
And so, while everyone else partied away on the deck, I sat back and got lost in my music.
. . .
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