“Where’s my ice, kiddo?” He looked thoroughly confused.
“Oh, Seth Johnson kindly got it for you. Sweet kid didn’t think I could handle it. He’s waiting outside.”
“Super. I’ll see you two tomorrow.”
“Oh joy.” Summer giggled and the two blondes behind Mr. Dodd scowled at her, and then followed him out the door.
“What happened to you?” Summer asked.
“I threw Seth in the water.” Carly replied nonchalantly.
“Why the hell’d you go and do that for? He’s a total babe, and rich on top of it all.”
“He’s scum, and I hate him.”
“So wait,” Summer began with her high pitched northern accent, “He’s floating around out there with Mr. Dodd’s-”
“What the hell?” Mr. Dodd bellowed deeply.
“Guess he found his ice.” Carly laughed and propped her feet on the counter. “Poor Seth, I almost feel bad for him.” She heard an array of angry cussing, and shouting, and soon all was silent. The front door swung open this time, and Seth appeared in the doorway.
“God you’re so hot.” He grinned, and shook his head like a dog. He stood at around six foot one, with a long torso, complete with a sculpted stomach sporting six pretty little square abs. His hair brushed to the side, and was just long enough to reveal searching green eyes. His charming pearly white smile made most girls go weak at the knees, yet it made Carly simply want to knee him. “You have to admit. We’d make gorgeous babies.”
“Get away from me and my baby maker.” Carly was seething with spite.
“Aw baby don’t do that to me.”
Carly decided it was best to stop talking to him, she was only feeding fuel to the flame, and she wanted nothing to with this spoiled rotten little rich brat. Some people go through life having everything they want handed to them without a second thought. Other people work hard for everything they own. Carly considered herself among the latter group, and Seth among the former. Until he showed her some solid evidence that he cared for someone or something other than himself, she wouldn’t give him the time of day.
“Go on a date with me.”
Let alone give him a date.
“Really?” He questioned unbelievingly.
“No.” She replied and picked up the broom so she could begin sweeping the floor that hadn’t really needed sweeping.
“Fine, princess. I’ll leave you alone for today, but I’m not giving up. You’ll want me one day.”
“Keep telling yourself that, stud.”
“Oh! What is this? A nickname? My life is complete.” He crossed his hands over his heart and pretended to swoon out the door. He continued to stumble backwards one dramatic step at a time and the edge of the dock was getting closer and closer.
Only three steps away.
One single step left.
He turned around to greet a spicy little red head at the wheel of her equally ridiculously expensive sport boat that daddy undoubtedly shelled out the cash to buy.
“Hey, cutie.” She said, and batted her heavily coated eyelashes. Carly briefly wondered why her make up wasn’t bleeding down her face. She looked like a wedding cake, minus the sweet part. Actually, minus everything save for the layers of icing.
“Hey Abby.” Apparently he knew her. Carly was just glad to be rid of the moron. That’s right, she said to herself, those are your kind. Get together, get drunk, have sex and go make spoiled brat kids.
He mounted the boat, and waved hopefully to Carly, but she slammed the door in his face. She watched out the window as they sped away completely ignoring the ‘No Wake’ signs posted everywhere. Carly was convinced no one on the lake was capable of reading due to the fact that not a single one of them abided by those signs. It was for that reason they were constantly moving up and down up and down. She had gotten used to it.
After the boat had disappeared Carly and Summer returned to their normal tasks around the store.
“Boat.” Summer called out as she spotted one of the maintenance guys’ Call 22 sailboat.
“Oh that’s just Eric.” Carly said, and walked outside to greet him.
“Well hello Miss Carly.” Eric said happily as he spotted her. He was a rather short guy, probably only about five foot ten inches, and incredibly friendly. Eric was built with massive arms and chest mostly due to manual labor. He was around nineteen and not the brightest crayon in the box. He had a heavily coated southern accent, a golden tan, and blonde hair that tended to stick up a little. Eric was an all around good-guy, however the intended politeness usually came across as a bit creepy. Carly talked with him a little of the happenings around the marina. Before Carly knew it she was complaining about Seth’s earlier appearance.
“Oh I’d like to pop that Seth a good’un right in the jaw.”
“Yeah, you and me both.” She agreed.
Carly walked back into the building and let Eric commence pumping his own gas.
“Is he here on that ghetto rigged Catamaran P.O.S. he took me out on last week?” Summer grumbled loudly when Carly entered.
“No, he’s got the Cal 22 out. Why?”
“Oh, he near killed me on the thing. I was like just gunna take a little cruise on it, you know? Perhaps I could work on my tan. Yeah right! The damned mast fell down and he had to paddle us in. It was like the worst experience ever.”
Carly laughed, “Sounds traumatizing.”
“You have no idea.”
Eric wandered into the dock looking confused. He dove into his pocket for a crumpled envelope filled with even more crumpled dollar bills and pried apart two fives. He started mumbling about the price of his gas, but kept a smile the entire time.
“Uhm,” Summer looked at him curiously, but gave him his total.
“Well don’t you forget my employee discount, now.” Eric reminded Summer.
“Eric, you don’t have to remind me like every time you come in here. I know that I work with you.” She didn’t even attempt her fake laugh for him.
“So, how many gallons is that? I have to know, you know. It better be even, or I dunno how I’m gunna put the oil in. It has to be just right.” Summer ignored his ramblings, and Carly informed him that the gallons would be labeled on the pump. She boosted herself to sit on the white counter top, and Eric set his oil beside her.
“Well ladies I guess I gotta be off.”
“Alright see ya, Eric.”
“Yeah bye.” Summer said dismissively.
Eric walked to the front door and rested his hand on the doorknob.
“You forgot your oil.” Carly said swinging it in the air.
He grabbed the bottle and walked out the door, stumbled onto his boat and awkwardly sailed away.