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Chapter 3

  • Afterwards. New summer high school. A small town high school surrounded by huge mansions and large old trees. Nothing special. On Monday morning, it was crawling with students. The convertible moves across the parking lot. A little way from the entrance where different cars lined up.
  • Once they arrive in the school's parking lot, Heather and Harper walk together as she puts her arm around his waist, so does he. Some guys are talking besides a yellow car so Heather traps a lock of her hair behind her ear and uses wolf - hearing to eavesdrop on their conversation.
  • "Is it me or did Heather Cole's ass get more hotter? ," said a boy, Brian, 16, who whispered to his friend Jaime.
  • "Harper's got game. I'll give him that." Jaime giggled.
  • The rest of the crowd around the parking lot look at Harper and Heather with outrageous expressions, sneak looks and whisper to one another which Heather noticed.
  • "Why is everyone staring at us?," she said to Harper.
  • "Forget about them. Focus on us," replied Harper. He puts his arms over Heather's shoulder as she smiles weakly.
  • Heather looks up ahead and sees Dylan's closest friend Vince Jackman, 16, black, handsome. Cool -trendy vibe, even tempered, gentle eyes. He is wearing a checkered T-shirt and jeans, standing alongside a slim dark haired white teenage girl who wore a purple long sleeve sweater and jeans. This is Aimee Bradley.
  • "Hi Amy!," said Heather.
  • She rolls her eyes. "Hey. It's Aimee with two 'ees'."
  • Heather scoffs before she speaks and turns towards Vince.
  • "Okay. Whatever."
  • "Ooh, that's the girl I wanted to see," said Vince.
  • Then he hugs Heather who makes a face at Aimee that looks slightly jealous. And Vince proceeds to shake Harper's hand.
  • "What's up my man?"
  • "How you doing? Hey, Aimee," said Harper, waving his hand.
  • "Who...the hell...is that?," asks Heather.
  • Everyone turns around to look at a guy in blazer and jeans that drives I to the parking lot with his motorcycle and parks it behind a BMW beetle. He removes his helmet, flings his curly hair sideways before running his hand through it. It was kinda hot, the astonishing look on everyone's face proved so. Aimee starts fessing up.
  • "That's Coach Brad's cousin, Eric Stanton. Moved from Detroit, been repping out ever since. He loves pepperoni and cheese with milkshake. I heard he got 50,000 hits on social media last summer after posting a pic of him with his dog, Molly. Gotta say, I loved his abs. More like a sexy hot bench press. Can you believe that?"
  • They all look back at themselves before Vince answers.
  • "Yeah.... Yeah.."
  • Heather doesn't look convinced, so Aimee continues to explain while making a sad puppy face.
  • "His Dad died. Single mom. Must be tough. Stays with his Aunt and Coach Brad."
  • "You got all of that in just a day?,"
  • asks Heather.
  • "Don't hate. I'm the captain of the debate club. Gotta keep up. See you guys in class. Don't wanna be late for the front row seat. You know what I mean?"
  • Aimee grabs Harper's arm but he turns back to speak to Vince and Heather.
  • "You guys coming or what?"
  • In the school hallway, Heather and Vince are walking side by side.
  • "Got any plans for homecoming?," he said.
  • "No. I think I'm gonna sit this one out. You got any hot date? Have you told Aimee how you feel?"
  • "It's complicated. We've been friends for a long time, since we were seven. Don't wanna drop the L - bomb on her too soon. Wanna make it epic."
  • "I know what epic means, dick. C'mon, what's so hard in it...."
  • Heather turns to face Vince, clamping him on the shoulder.
  • "Just tell her you wanna be friends with benefits."
  • "Yeah. Yeah. Let me write that down somewhere, Doctor Strange."
  • They both laugh before Vince speaks up.
  • "Hey, have you talked to Melissa yet?"
  • "Nope. Wherever she is, I bet she's having much fun than we are."
  • Looking down at the Laguna beach in Las Vegas, California. Beyond the sun, sand and water. A look into those incredible blue green eyes. A blonde. This is Bailey Starr, 16, had smooth skin and amazing body. Bailey in pink string bikini stands alongside Melissa who woe a crochet bikini as they walk across the sand, past people watching while sipping on caipirinhas.
  • When the shore waves hit, Melissa smiles and turns towards Bailey before speaking.
  • "Girl, this is nice. I haven't felt so happy since a long time."
  • "Welcome to Vegas girl. I wanted to drag you down here - kicking and
  • screaming if I had to just to get you off that couch you've been making love to for the past three months."
  • "Don't hate. That couch's a lot more affectionate than you."
  • "Whatever," she smirks. "Live a little. Have some fun. Go clubbing with your friends, with me and get a man --"
  • Melissa gives Bailey a stern look which she noticed.
  • "OK. Hangout with me. Am done being your boyfriend. It's so annoying."
  • "I know what you're gonna say, 'rebound with some hot guy. ' I don't wanna hear it. My life is so full right now."
  • For a moment, Bailey trails off and gets distracted by something only her eyes could see. She looks in the other direction of the beach, surprisingly.
  • "Speak of the devil. Will you look at that?"
  • They turn around to face the beach where they see a blonde muscular teenager, Cooper who is in under gear and completely wet. He flings his hair side to side to shake off some drop of water on his face. He was definitely a chick magnet. Grew up and was raised in Vegas.
  • But he wasn't just an ordinary guy, he was one of the beach regulars. A college student to be precise. Mid twenties. His haircut matched his round face perfectly. Most times Cooper would come down to the beach to drown out the noise in his life. It was the perfect getaway spot for him.
  • Melissa once again gives Bailey a stern look who was completely emancipated in his gorgeous and romantic body. Thinking of all the bad things that she could do to him. Just pour an ice cream on that body and lick it up.
  • Bailey curled her lips for a moment before she could reply.
  • "He's hot! Sexy hot. Oh my God, he's coming over here. How do I look? Okay, okay, act natural."
  • Bailey blushes and turns to face Cooper who extends his hand for a handshake, smiling.
  • "Hey, ladies. Welcome to the beach. I'm Cooper. My friends call me Coop." Cooper smiled at them.
  • "Hi, I'm Bailey Starr," replied Bailey, pointing. "This is Melissa Bryan. Nice to meet ya."
  • Cooper, realizing he's out of his element grabs Melissa's hand and kisses it.
  • "You folks don't seem like you're from around here?"
  • "We're from Denver and we were just leaving..," Melissa cuts in. She grabs Bailey's arm and starts walking away.
  • "A couple of friends of mine are having a party across the beach at midnight. Maybe I could give you a scoop with a ride?!" Cooper tried one last time. He knew Melissa was a tough nut to crack and since none of his charms seemed to be working. This is it. It's here or nowhere.
  • Bailey turns around. "You would do that?"
  • "Yeah. I can be your uber. Whatever you want." Cooper reassured.
  • "That's really sweet. I'll think on it."
  • "Hopefully, not too long. I think I would like that. Here's my card," said Cooper. He brings out a white business card and hands it over to Bailey who looks it over thoroughly to know just in case if he was a serial killer.
  • "So you're onto something already?" Bailey was inquisitive. She raised her eyebrows that crinkled in surprise.
  • "No. Uhm...it's my Dad's ranch. I run the whole thing. The deeds are in the details. Call the number below not the other one," said Cooper.
  • "Got it. See you around COOP." Bailey winked at him.
  • He smiles. She's flirting. Well, look at that. "I know what you're doing, better stop it Bailey. That's nasty."
  • Bailey bites her lip. "Okay. COOPER..."
  • Once again, Melissa grabs Bailey's arm and strides away.
  • "What was that?" Melissa queried. She had a judging look on her face.
  • "Relax. What was what?," asked Bailey in surprise.
  • "You were flirting with him."
  • "Get with the program. Don't get me started, Melissa. We're going to this party, that's for damn sure," said Bailey noticing a hint of uncertainty in Melissa's eyes. "It's just a party. What on earth could possibly go wrong?"
  • "I've heard that before..."
  • She rolls her eyes. "Get off my case will you? You know I can't say no to free booze. I ain't made that way."
  • Bailey turns and walks away, leaving Melissa to think about what she just said.
  • "Damn. My friend's a ho," she muttered under her breath.