I owns nothings

Just enjoy this story guys, please review it, I guess, I got major writers block with everything else. So yeah, I think yous guys is gonna love this, it's a BridgettexHeather, rated M for the sex.

The Pool Girl

School had just let let out, and Bridgette Patterson was walking through town with her best friend Gwen. She was outside the surf shop...eyeballing the prize

"There it is Gwen...my new future board." Bridgette had her head pressed against the glass window. "Aerodynamic design, made of a reinforced Styrofoam resin, art design of an iconic wave scene on the front...and it sparkles."

"And, it's 500$." killjoy.

"Ugh...I'll never afford it." Bridgette slid down the glass getting all depressed

"Schools over, you could get, a job." Gwen suggested.

"I could get a summer job couldn't I." she shot up

"Yeah, there's a ton of things your good at, and everyone is hiring this summer...I blame the recession." And the recession blames you.

"Alright it's settled...To the classifieds!" [...at a local cafe...]

"Ugh...i never thought looking for a job could be so annoying." Gwen slammed her head on the newspaper.

"I know...I'm not suited for any of these jobs, look at this; wanted: someone needed to drive cars...at late times of the evening and drive at very high speeds.

"Yeah, your not so good at that."

"I know...ugh, I'm never gonna get that bored." Bridgette slammed her head on the table.

"Don't be like that."

"I should change my name to Why Bother." she picked her head up "And then they'll say 'Hey look everyone, it's Why Bother, the girl who can't get a summer job' and then they'll all laugh, and then cry." Well when you put it that way.

"Bridge, you need to stop with the pity party, you need to buck up, and find a job, or you will never get that board." You'd think they were married

"What are you my wife?" there it is

"Look Bridge, all I'm saying is-...oh no." Gwen stopped herself in her tracks

"What, who?"

"Little miss rich-slut." 20 bucks says it's Heather

"Ugh, Heather." -Zing!

"Oh no, shes walking right for us, stupid fucking rich whore, what could she possibly want?"

"I don't know Gwen, maybe Mommy and Daddy gave her some money to buy the boardwalk." That's a thought.

"Shit, why is she walking towards us." Gwen groaned

"Probably here to rub her wads of cash in our faces." Bridgette rolled her eyes

"Just ignore her, she'll go away."

"Hello ladies." she said in her usual sarcastic tone...both girls sipped there something-chinos and glared at her

"Well, I can see your both very busy being the depressed wannabes that you are, so I'll cut to the chase." That's a nice change of pace. "This summer I'm hiring someone to be my pool cleaner, I pay top dollar, 100$ a day." Bridgette did an immediate spit take at Gwen

"100$!!!!!???" no 100 burritos woman

"That's right Bridgette, you interested?"

"Ha, are you kidding, Bridgette would never s-"

"I'm in!"

"And apparently I'm alone."

"Great, you know where I live, of course you do, it's the biggest house you'll ever see in your lifetime, and I hope you come to work, see ya tomorrow Bridgette...9:30 sharp!" she walked away

"Yes!" "I'm getting me some surf board!" Bridgette danced around like a moron.

"How could you." Gwen began

"How could I what?"

"How could you sell yourself to that...t-t-that...Bitch?"

"Oh real easy."

"It was probably the surf board talking." yes it was.

"Look, all I know is, I need to suffer with her for 5 days, and then it's surf board city."

"Good point."

"I know it is."

"But just remember, if ever you need someone to talk to if shes being an absolute fucking bitch, you have me."

"Aw, thanks Gwen." they hugged

"Well wish me luck, I got me a surf board to earn." Bridgette merrily skipped away

"Poor bastard...doesn't know what she got herself into." Gwen walked home in the other direction

Boring I know, but the next chapter gets more interesting Don't worry, I'm not joking, this is gonna be a pretty dramatic decent story...So REVIEW