Sugar Rush

19- Are You Trying To Get Me Drunk?

19

Four hours, a tanned skin, and what to me seemed like sunburn at my arm later, we were back at our own rooms, showering at getting ready for dinner later at seven. Liam was drained and wanted to just sleep when we got in but I had managed to bathe him before he fell dead asleep on the bed.

I just got out from the shower, my hair dripping wet but at least it wasn’t as frizzy when we left the beach. It was tamed and hopefully it would stay that way, at least until the end of the night. My hair and sea water didn’t really have a great relationship together.

I had just pulled a top over my head when my phone started buzzing beside the sink. After a sigh, I slid the lock answer screen on my phone and brought it up to my ear.

“Where are you? Why did you answer my calls earlier?”

I groaned internally. “Hello to you too my ever so courteous sister.”

“Answer me Beth.” She demanded over the phone. “I was starting to worry and was just about to fly back there and file a report on missing people.”

“Reese, calm down for a second.” I told her. “Don’t you trust me or something? We’re fine. I texted you and left a voice mail thrice to tell you that Blake invited us to the beach. No big deal really.”

“You didn’t leave me anything!”

“Right.” I rolled my eyes and dragged the word. “Check your messages and your voicemail.”

I can hear the sound of shuffling and some raged typing before I heard my sister’s voice.

“You’re right.”

“Pshh I’m always right.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at her new discovery. “You just realized that now?”

She sighed. “I think this is Blake rubbing off on you.”

“Blake? What does he have to do with me being always right?”

“Not that you idiot.” Now I could hear her rolling her eyes. “His arrogance.”

I creased my brows together. “Arrogance? He isn’t arrogant, Reese.”

“Well then, whose did rub off on you?”

A small smile made its way to my face. “By the name of Marcus.”

She groaned. “Right. The infamous Marcus Ward.”

“The one and only.” I grinned.

“Speaking of,” she started. “They moved the reunion to this coming Saturday instead of the next one after.”

“What?!” I shrieked and covered my mouth right away hoping Liam didn’t wake up. “Why would they do that? It’s always on the third Saturday of July! Are they insane? Wait, don’t answer that. Of course they are. Why would they reschedule it?”

“Beth, I get a feeling you’re more worried that you’re going to have to attend to it earlier than you expected than just them switching the dates.”

I remained silent. She was right. Family reunions were never my forte. It was boring, and often times I get offended but now I have gotten so used to it doesn’t really bother me anymore. It’s just annoying.

Two years ago, my aunt who I’ve never seen before attended the reunion and everybody loved her. Except me. She was so damn annoying and quite insulting if I may add.

It’s like this: everyone and I mean everyone in the family of my mother’s side never had someone who grew old single and alone. No, they all married and had children. And being the scarred little girl that I am, I refuse to get a boyfriend. My sister respects that, most of relatives do, some don’t but they just shut up about it. Her, on the other hand, did not. Her mouth never heard of a filter. And she drove me crazy.