CHAPTER 1
I've been living in Carmel-by-the-sea for about half of my life. My mother moved us here when I was 10 and we loved the scenery so much that the constant travelling didn't really hold much appeal for either one of us anymore.
When I turned 17 my mother was killed in an accident involving a construction company so I got a bunch of money from the compensation but haven't really used it for years. I decided to rather get a job than live from their filthy cash.
I was lucky to have friends such as Rose and Alice since they helped me literally beg Rose's mother to employ me in their family beach bar.
I've been working in Tidal Treats for about four years now and I love almost everything about it. The people who come here are mostly tourists but there is also a bunch of locals who have taken it to themselves to make me smile every day.
The only problem I have with working so close to the beach is having to listen to rich people coming here every few months offering the locals a bunch of money in order for them to sell their property and move away so they can knock down the beautiful stone houses and build residences for their companies.
"Today is one of those days.." Ali sighs next to me when she notices me slamming the glasses on the counter.
"I'm so fucking tired of them doing this. I know living in a small town can be difficult but some of these people have no common sense. How do they not see what is going on?" I say and continue cleaning the bar.
My pay check isn't big but I can live comfortably from it. I just don't understand how some people, who have much higher wages and are much more comfortable, can sell the land that has been in their families for years to these suited-up-money-throwing-culture-destroying-sons-o f-bitches just for a few extra bucks.
"I'll go see what this is about." I tell Ali and hand her the mop when she nods.
As I walk down the beach, I am surprised to see that the stage hasn't been as covered in flyers and campaign posters as it usually is.
There is a beautiful lady with caramel coloured hair standing next to a handsome blond man who is in front of the microphone telling the people how he's here for the reconstruction of the old houses in the area.
"Yeah right." I mutter and attract attention from a guy standing next to me.
"What?" He asks as I turn around and almost gasp from the sight of him.
He's standing here in casual beach clothes in all this 6 ft glory. Dark bronze hair, lickable jaw and piercing green eyes.
"So?" He lifts his eyebrow in amusement and I realise I've been staring at him.
I quickly turn around to hide the blush appearing on my face from the embarrassment.
"They're full of shit just like the other assholes trying to extract more cash from the town." I say bluntly since I'm not one of those people who just sit around and watch this town being destroyed.
"What do you mean by that?" He asks and I can hear a note of both disbelief and anger behind his voice.
"I've watched enough of these parades to be able to tell you how this is going to go." I say and start to list the unwritten protocol for these things. I hold up my thumb to signal the first reason and begin: "First, they come here in all their beautiful-expensive-prim&proper clothes. Second, the man brings his gorgeous wife to stand on the stage next to him and distract people from the bullshit coming out of his mouth. Third, the said wife takes the stage and spews all about how she and her family fell in love with this town and had to do something for it. And fourth, they offer the locals huge amounts of money in order for them to sell the houses that their company plans on renovating and as soon as they fall for it, you'll be able to hear machines destroying them." I finish my speech a little breathless and look at the guy's face.
He is looking at me with eyes blazing with disbelief and fury. I take a step away from him cause, quite frankly, he is super hot but he's scaring me and I can't believe he's reaction. I get that what I said can sound hurtful but it is the truth.
I turn my head towards the stage just in time to hear the blond man introducing his son, Edward Cullen, to the audience.
"This ought to be good." I snicker since it is a turn of events that always makes me laugh. Most of their children is as stuck-up as their parents and provides me with a bunch of laughs on their expense.
The hottie walks past me and actually bumps my shoulder in passage.
"Excuse you!" I yell after him and watch his angry frame walking towards the stage.
Towards the stage.
Christ, I think my jaw just dropped to the floor but I don't stick around to hear more shit coming from his mouth.
A/N
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