Chapter 3 How Embarrassing
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He was around my age, wearing a fitted red shirt and jeans splattered with paint. I focused on the paint because I tried hard not to acknowledge what a fantastic body he had.
His dark brows were graceful, furrowed in a frown. "I asked, what are you doing?"
I hadn't realized I had moved closer to him. My cheeks grew hot, and I took a step back, trying to form intelligible words.
"Hello?" He glanced over toward our house and then back at me. "Is there some reason you're here?"
"I'm sorry," I blinked, trying to look away. His eyes were the most beautiful color I had ever seen—aquamarine with flecks of pearl and gold. I wondered if they were contacts but debunked that thought as quickly as it came. There was no way contacts could be that exquisite. "I was bringing this over. My mom…" I cleared my throat. "I mean, it's from my mom. She—"
"Tell her I said thanks." He raked a hand through his short, raven hair. "But you shouldn't be here."
"I'm sorry if this is a bad time," I blurted. "I brought this over. That's all. I'll go now and—"
"You should tell her it's a good idea not to bother us again. Actually," he stepped forward. "Tell her it's even better if you all leave."
My mouth opened, then closed. I repeated the notion a few times before I managed to find my voice. "I'm sorry, but what did you say?"
"I'm pretty sure you heard me," he deadpanned. "We don't want you here on this island. You are not welcome here."
I stepped back."Are you always this rude?"
"Are you always so…invasive?"
"Excuse me?" I stiffened. "I brought a gift over. It's called being polite, and it's proper etiquette. Also, thank you is what usually suffices when someone gives you something nice."
"Does proper etiquette involve staring?"
"You are full of yourself, aren't you?" I huffed, my cheeks flaming.
"Right. Are you done here?" His full lips thinned. "I have important things to do, and you're keeping me from it."
One of his dark brows arched when I pinned him with the meanest glare I could muster. "You are one nasty piece of a human being. No wonder you live on a deserted island."
He released a bitter laugh. "You have no idea."
"I don't have to have an idea. I've seen enough. Have a lousy day, asshole."
He raised a hand to his mouth to stifle a laugh.
I pivoted around and stalked down the steps, my throat tight with anger. I've never in such a short amount of time felt this degraded. He was one of those people who
knew they were good-looking and carried a certain sense of entitlement because of it.
Ugh.
"Hey, girl?" he called after me, the corners of his lips twitching as he spoke. "I meant what I said. I don't want you here!"
I ignored him, wanting nothing more than to get as far away as possible from him.
"Welcome to Scotland, Carly," I muttered under my breath, feeling my eyes starting to sting.
