An Incompetent Irritation
Second chapter! Woot woot!
Confession: I actually have the first 4 chapters written up, but I'm too lazy to update. But, I'm working on it! I hope to shoot through this story and continue with my other ideas. Maybe I'll try two stories at once. I've never attempted that before.
Anyway, I'm glad y'all enjoyed the first chapter. You're reviews are so amazing, and I'm also happy to see many of my readers from my previous stories. You guys all continue to impress me.
Without further ado,
Enjoy!
Ally's POV
I stare, completely awestruck, at the looming building in front of me. The massive house is a warm blue with streaks of neutral colours lining the walls. The clear glass windows reflect off the early morning light. On the ground, there are pearly white seashells dotting the sand. I notice sprinkles of multi-coloured rocks mixed in with the powdery sand as well. How heavenly.
I turn to my dad in amazement, seeing him staring at the house too. He is just as surprised as I am. Only a couple of weeks ago, my dad and I were living in a one story house in California and working at the same job in the same place. Then, a well-known business man had approached us and offered us a life in Miami in exchange for developing branches of Sonic Boom's across the country. My dad even got to manage his own store here. Of course he agreed! That man had also made my impossible plan, well, possible. Now, I was hundreds of miles away from California, and more importantly, away from Elliot. Of course, I shed many tears saying goodbye to my first and only home, but in the end, California just wasn't for me. As I got on the plane, I had no regrets of leaving.
"Wow Dad… this is incredible," I manage, still staring at our new 3 story beach house. It was built directly on the sand, but was located in a deserted part of the beach, far away from the tourist and more popular areas. But, if I concentrated enough, I could still hear faint cheers and laughter in the distance.
"I know, honey," my dad mummers, completely absorbed by the sight. I smile, knowing how amazing this was for him; my dad loved cheap, and getting a free house definitely fit under that definition.
"Okay, as much as I love this, I bet the inside is even cooler," I say, before I pick up my boxes and start to bring them in. I walk to the door and my mouth pops open when it slides open automatically. Wow. I glance quickly behind me, but my dad is still standing frozen on the sand, completely happy with the view from the outside. I laugh softly, roll my eyes, and walk into my new home.
X X X
I gasp as I drop my last box into my new room. My arms are sore and my legs are weak. Thanks to my dad, still unmoving outside, I had to carry every single box inside—even his, since I was paranoid that someone would come by and steal our stuff, and my dad wouldn't even notice to stop them. As I calm my breathing, I look around my room clearly for the first time. It was stunning; with peach coloured curtains hanging over floor length windows and a freaking sky light in the ceiling. Right now, looking up, I could see the clouds moving across the sky and covering the sun, and then have it appear again. The room itself was, no doubt, bigger than mine in Cali, equipped with a walk in closet and my own bathroom. In the middle was a large pink bed, with two fluffy pillows and a thick white blanket. For a moment, I hesitate, wondering if this was some prank. Maybe the idea was for us to fall in love with this house, and then have it taken away. But, even if I did love this house, I knew that I was a simple kind of person. Extravagance was overwhelming. Already, I wished that I could fill up the huge closet to make it seem smaller. So, that's exactly what I did. I put on some earphones, press "PLAY" to an upbeat playlist and began unpacking. Slowly, I filled up the closet with my clothes, masking the new- house smell with my familiar fragrance. Still, there were empty spaces, so, after a moment, I brought in my shoes. I laughed at myself as I hung up my large collection of Converse on the hangers and placed my flats and boots anywhere not already covered with clothes. When I was done, I couldn't see anything that wasn't mine in the closet, and satisfied, I moved on to the bathroom.
X X X
About four hours later, I was finishing with placing posters on the walls when my playlist ended. I frown and put tape on the last corner of the thick paper and then I turn on my phone. 'Playlist Over—304 songs' it reads. My eyes widen. I suddenly turn around to face the rest of my room and do a double take to see that it was finished. Somehow, all my decorations were up, my school supplies were organized and my room looked very homey. I guess I was in the zone so deeply that I didn't even register what I was doing. I also didn't register my aching muscles. My arms and legs start to throb and I sit down on my bed, sighing in comfort. Instinctively I turn my head to the side and stare out the window. It had a perfect view of the ocean. Ignoring my soreness, I walk to take a closer look. Outside, there were a couple of trees concealing the side of our house, with pebbles lining the space between them. It looked like a little hide out. Amazingly, I was right, because after a few moments, a couple walk into the gap and they sit down. I would've labelled them as trespassers and gone to shoo them away, but at first, I was only curious. I lean closer to the window, pressing my face into the glass. Realizing that it wouldn't work, I silently slide the window open, immediately greeted by a cool breeze. I could suddenly hear them.
"I'm so sorry about today, babe," a masculine voice says, sounding apologetic. I quirk my eyebrows, knowing that I was a Level A stalker right now, but I couldn't help continuing to listen. After a while, a softer voice sighs and says, "I know, I forgive you." That was probably the girlfriend. While listening, something inside me sparks and I remember Elliot, his face flashing in my mind abruptly. My face steams and I scold myself for remembering him during this peaceful moment. But, could this also be some kind of sign? From previous experience, I know that my body only ignites in a nervous way when something bad is about to happen: intuition. This realization causes me to lean forward, almost out the window, and I see the scene for the first time. The couple were sitting close together, the guy's arm on the girl's shoulder. They were both smiling and looking content.
Then why do I feel wrong? I think, narrowing my eyes at the guy.
He was very hot, no doubt, with tousled blond hair and brown eyes. His lips were a soft shade of pink, pulled up in an easy going grin. He was dressed like a typical teenage boy in a tight fitting T- shirt, jeans, and Converse but, I didn't trust him, nor did I trust any other guy so, I wasn't really being cruel or judgemental. As I stare at him, something seems to shift and he pulls away from the girl. She gives him a confused look, but he smiles what I would assume is his I-am-adorable-and-you-can't-resist-me look, and she relaxes.
"How about I go get some drinks, babe?" he asks sweetly, but I can detect a change in his voice from before. He sounds more… forceful now, not so much at ease. The oblivious girl just smiles and nods as he walks away to "get some drinks." My eyes follow him as he rounds the corner of the trees and goes up the beach.
I start when I notice something I didn't see before: a person. A blonde haired girl standing by herself near the tide, to be exact. Then, I jump again when another person comes into view. It's the blonde boy from before. He walks up to her and snakes his arm around her shoulders; an exact mirror of his position with his other girl. My eyes narrow even more, my jaw clenches, as déjà vu sweeps through me.
AH HA! I want to scream. I absolutely knew it! I move hundreds of miles away, but the guys are still the same: incompetent jerks, lying assholes. But, I never doubted it. My mental shield is pounding, reflecting my anger.
Without hesitation, I run through the house and appear outside, my mind entirely focused forward. I reach the hide out and see the girl sitting silently, waiting for her boyfriend. She startles when she sees me, her eyes widening in surprise. I don't waste any time in talking and instead, grab her wrist and pull her. We move, with her struggling and I pleading with my eyes for her to trust the wild stranger she just met. Finally, I drag her up the beach far enough for her to see her boyfriend sucking faces with someone else. She lets out a strangled cry and storms up to them. I watch, half-concerned and half-amused, as she slaps him and then swears a whole dictionary of profanities at her ex-boyfriend. He looks shocked, as if he's never been caught before, and his eyes flicker to mine. He narrows them and glares at me. I just shrug, since I didn't do anything wrong, and smirk. We hold our stare down long enough that the girl sees that her words aren't affecting him so she runs away, and he doesn't even notice! I roll my eyes and scoff, before turning around and walking back to my house, the sound of the other girl's screams of rage in the distance.
Yep, my first day in Miami and already, I had been proved that the guys here were no different than Elliot, or anywhere! It didn't matter though. My walls were up and no boy was going to break them, so I was safe.
Bring it on, Miami.
There's the second chapter for y'all!
Review, please, or the two angry girlfriends will hunt down and kidnap our blonde main character.
Now, read on for a crazy alternate ending:
I finish decorating my room when I realize how sore my limbs are. I sink onto my bed and let out a relieved sigh. Instinctively I turn my head to the side and stare out the window. It had a perfect view of the ocean. Ignoring my soreness, I walk to take a closer look.
There, in the ocean, I see a merman!
"Ohmygosh!" I scream. I clap happily and barrel head first through the window, landing next to him. The glass shards cut my skin, but who cares when there's a mythical being in front of you?
"Hey baybay!" I wink.
We fall in love at first sight and he decides to take me back to Atlantis with him!
Fin.
Rest assured, no matter how easy it would be to end the story like that, there is still plenty more.
Until next time.