Chapter 2
Gosh, that band was actually good. I never caught the name from them, but the girls around were talking about 5 Seconds of Summer, so I assume that's who they are. They were just so into the music, it was unbelievable. They're going to be big someday, and I'm so glad I caught them beforehand.
They're packed up and ready to leave, all four of them. I turn away and walk toward a vendor that's set up on the sidewalk a few yards away.
"What would you like, hon?" A sweet looking lady asked me.
"Um," I say as I look above her head at the board that has a list of what she has, "I'll have a cherry popsicle, please?" I smile politely.
"Here you are!" She says handing me the popsicle in exchange for a dollar.
I rip open the package and put the Popsicle to my tongue, instantly tasting the cold, sweet taste. I reach around and fish my iPod and headphones out of my backpack and quickly put them in, and I start to walk home. Completely enjoying my Popsicle and my music I don't notice the person in front of me. I slam into a solid wall of human. I look up and as the person turns around, the neck of the guitar he's carrying hits me right in the side knocking me flat on my ass. I feel my face start to flush with embarrassment.
"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry!" Says the boy who knocked me over.
I look up and realize it's the blonde boy who was singing earlier and he's offering me his hand. "Jeez, can you watch out?" I say angrily as I get up without his help and brush off my shorts. "You made me drop my popsicle," I add as I look over to where my popsicle lays in the grass.
"Excuse me, babe, but I do believe it was you who ran into me," he states.
I huff angrily, turn, and start walking the other way.
"Weren't you going this way?" He calls after me.
I turn around to see a lopsided grin. "Oh, right," I say as a brush past him.
"Hey, can't I know your name?"
"No, you may not," I say and stuff my earphones back in and keep walking.
Why are some guys so arrogant? He may be cute, but damn, that doesn't change him. So many thoughts are running through my head as I reach Mark's. The sun is just setting as I step inside.
"Hey! I'm back!" I call.
"Okay!" A muffled yell from Kim comes from the back room on the bottom floor.
"Ohhh, okay," I mutter and head for the kitchen.
I look at the kitchen counter, and there's one plate of cookies and a bowl of fruit. What a contradiction! I decide for the better choice, and grab an apple out of the bowl. I sling my back on the back of a bar stool and head for the back door that opens out onto the porch. I walk out and sit on the steps watching the sunset. Who knew it could be so beautiful here? I look out on the beach and decide tomorrow is definitely a beach day and NOT a park day.
As soon as I finish my apple, I go back inside. I grab my bag and head up to my room to put it there, and then I turn back to the bathroom to take a shower. Damn, that water feels good after a long flight, and an incredibly long day. All my thoughts are running through my head as a shower, but my mind keeps going back to two piercing blue eyes. Why am I thinking about him?
"No, Kory. Just stop," I say to myself as I climb out of the shower and wrap myself in an incredibly soft towel. Freaking glorious. I pad back to my room and plop down onto my bed still in my towel. This jet lag stuff shouldn't be too hard. I'm a frequent sleeper and can fall asleep pretty much anywhere at any time. I let out a yawn and think about calling Peyton, but then decide against it, it's pretty late in Michigan. I stare at the ceiling for a few minutes before falling asleep to the image of two piercing blue eyes.