Serendipity

Chapter 3. Party

Chapter Three ~ Party

When I got home that day, Dad told me that he had a couple of things for me to research. I packed up my things in a book bag and headed out to the local library. Dad suggested that I find out more information on The Samuels. I decided to get a copy of a book on the rich family and drove back on the road, not bothering to look at it. Soon enough, I found myself driving down to the beach. 

I got out of my car and stood on the sidewalk, overlooking the crowd. There was distant music playing which led me to assume that someone was hosting a beach party. 

“Damien!”  

I turned around to the sound of the voice to see Melanie waving at me. I waved back and walked towards her, closing the long gap between us. “Hey,” I greeted her.  

“I didn’t think I’d see you here again.” Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she spoke. “Oh, this is my boyfriend, Joe.” She looked over to a taller white man who was standing next to her, his bare chest exposed. 

“Hello,” I greeted him with a fake smile. 

Melanie fiddled with a loose string on her bikini top and sighed. “Hey Damien, you want to join us for a while? You looked a little lost, to be honest.”  

“I was on my way home.”  

She raised a perfectly plucked brow. “What, you have a curfew or something?”  

“No, no,” I couldn’t help but laugh as I stuck my hands into my pockets. “I don’t really know anyone here so I can’t help but feel out of place.” 

“Oh, please,” she scoffed, “we’re your friends now!” 

Joe, the boyfriend, snaked his arm around Melanie’s bare waist and pulled her closer. “Yeah man, come hang with us.”

“I really shouldn’t,” I told them. Which was true. I wasn’t here to make friends, I was here to dig my way into a rich family’s life and steal their stuff. It wasn’t any harder than that. “Really, I-”  

“Hey, you crack heads! What’s taking you guys so long?” A new brunette joined us except she was pale and slightly shorter. Her eyes shot to mine and she scoffed, “Who are you?” 

“Uh, I’m Damien.” 

The brunette folded her arms across her barely-there chest and shifted her weight to her right leg. “I’m Samantha Samuels but everyone calls me Sam. Yeah, I know. Sam Samuels. So funny, right?” She turned her attention to the couple. “Seriously guys. We don’t have all day, do you want the batch or not?” 

I suddenly became interested with Sam. She was the daughter of the rich parents and she could most likely be a helpful asset. “Batch?” I questioned, stepping into the conversation.  

Sam looked at me skeptically. “You’re not going to nark us out are you?”  

“Not unless you give me a reason to.”  

Melanie turned to Sam and touched her arm. “Don’t worry about him, Sam. He’s one of us now.” 

Sam glanced over to me and bit down on her bottom lip. “You ever had Murder 8 before?”

“Excuse me, what?” 

“It’s a drug,” she laughed at my lack of knowledge, “one of the best ever. We’re about to get turnt up at this little place downtown, you in?” She told me as she chewed her gum. I could almost hear it sloshing around in her mouth and I was about three seconds away from gagging.