VOTD | Olivia
Event: People are starting to arrive to the Hamptons for summer, so there's parties and celebration everywhere. Gossip is stronger than ever, so keep an eye open and an ear close.
♪ | Regina Spektor - Ballad of a Politician
June 5, 2006
My car broke down in the middle of the road, just as I was getting far away from home as possible. I cursed, checking out the broken radiator, hot steam blowing into my face. I looked around the beach to see if there was a mechanic nearby or something but no such luck.
“What do I do now?” I asked to myself, climbing back into my seat and hitting the steering wheel in despair. “Stupid car.”
“Well, what do we have here?” A screechy female voice asked outside my window. I turned around and saw a glimpse of golden wavy hair, her skin was perfectly tanned and she had an eternal b.tch face. Just the type of girl I wouldn't be caught talking to. I didn't really know what to say, so the next thing she said was the most offensive yet. “What are you, deaf or something? Oh my gosh, you're like mute. Wrong side of the town, y'know. This is like, /The/ Hamptons.”
“I'm not deaf or mute as you say, I'm just having a bad time right now and I really can't stay and chat.” I said, trying to turn on the engine.
“As if this piece of crap would work anyways.” She said and a mousy looking girl behind her snickered. I figured that was her pet-friend. The girl that would laugh at all of her queen bee's jokes, even though they weren't even funny.
“It's an Impala.” I said, slightly offended. Who would diss an awesome muscle car like this one? Oh right, rich kids with BMWs and Mercedes-Benz' would.
“Of course it is. It's also a piece of junk.” She rolled her eyes, “Look kid, go and get yourself some money for a cab and get lost.”
I sat there, my mouth wide opened. Her group of friends were slightly shocked as well, telling by the look in their faces.
“Then don't waste your stupid time talking to a stranger, the way you're doing now.” I replied dryly. A series of gasps and “oh, burn” were echoing around us, like a commotion, but in fact it was kinda like a group of six kids.
“Duh, I won't.” She smacked a piece of gum in her mouth. “You better not be here when I come back.” The blonde said and for some reason I knew she really meant that.
“I'm gonna melt here...” I muttered to myself, the summery weather was ridiculous. At this rate, you could probably start a fire by just touching the ground.
“That's the Hamptons for you.” I heard a voice behind me. I turned around to find just the person I wasn't looking for, Kendall's boyfriend. “I think I've seen you somewhere...” Cole Evans flashed his pearly whites at me. He was extremely attractive, I had to admit.
“Um, summer a couple years ago?” I hinted, hoping he'd mend his ways. It would be such a pity to hold a grudge against such a pretty face.
“Actually, that's it. My little cousin's Vogue magazine.” He smirked, “You're a model, right?”
I shook my head, “Fashion designer.” Yup, still an airhead, just like his girlfriend.
“Maybe you can design my clothes for the benefit gala.” He suggested, holding his hands up in the air for me to appreciate his body, which kinda resembled that of an Adonis.
“Maybe.” I said with a sly smile, “Well, I'd better go.” I turned on my heel but he held my arm.
“Wait, I never got your name.”
“I know yours, that's all that matters.” I rolled my eyes, letting go of his hand and walking away. So far it wasn't even that hard to take a stroll in town. Everyone was as rich as ever and just as busy.
Hi, I'm Liv. Make sure to say hi, I'm not mean, unlike others...
(friends? enemies? frenemies? bffs? acquaintances? you name it)