Chapter One

      "Tinsley Come on Lets GO!" Bridgette Woodlyn yells to her best friend Tinsley Asher. Bridgette leans against the side of the limo with her shades pushes onto the top of her head, arms and legs crossed. She stands there waiting for Tinsley to emerge from the large House that loomed over her. The window in the back of the limo slowly rolls down and a stylish blonde head fills the space where the window was moments before.

 

      "Bridgette darling calm down, I'm sure Tinsely will be out momentarily. AH see there she is now." Evelyn Woodlyn says pointing a perfectly french manicured nail in the direction of the house. Bridgette looks at the house to see the front door opening to reveal a short Spanish women carrying four very large bags. A younger girl steps out from behind the door with a purse and a small yapping chihuahua under her arm. Bridgette just shakes her head at the scene, and pushing off the car she goes over to the women and releaves her of two of the bags

 

       "gracias, señorita Bridgette" The women says huffing between breaths.

 

       "De Nada, Isobel" She says smiling at the older woman. The two go around the back of the limo and put the bags in the truck. When the bags have been  successfully shoved into the truck the two hug and Isobel scurries back into the house, the door making a loud SNICK as it closes.

 

       "Bridgette you really didn't have to do that. Isobel would have been just fine, its her JOB after all." Tinsely says flipping her Platinum blonde hair over her shoulder, "Hey Driver! This door isn't going to open itself you know!" She shouts rudely to the driver who scrambles out of the drivers side to open the door for her.

 

      "Tinsley Stop that!, Roger you don't have to open her door, I can do it for you." Bridgette says tersely and stomps over to her friend, yanking the door open for her. Huffing Tinsley scoots in and greets Evelyn with a squeal and wraps her free arm around her. "PLEASE tell me You're NOT bringing HIM with you." She says pointing to the now growling dog. Tinsley looks at him and hugs him close.

 

       "Yes Preston is coming with us, Your mother and father said I could." Tinsley says defensively looking around, "Where is your father anyway?" With a snort of disgust Bridgette slides in and perches on the other side of the long bench like seat, as far away from Preston as she could.

 

       "Papa will meet us at the loading dock, he had some last minute work to do." She says. She looks out the window as Roger starts the car and drives off. Being a big time corporate Lawyer in Hollywood Mr. Eric Woodlyn was constantly working. It was typical of him to work until the very last minute, even when it came to family vacations in fact he was known to sneak off and be found hours later on the phone with a client talking business Bridgette never could understand the appeal that Her father could possibly have by defending big corporations who have done something wrong. She and her father have gotten into many fights over his job, it didn't help any that her father wanted her to take up the "family business, She shudders at the thought.

 

      Looking over at Tinsely she studies her best friend as she avidly tells her mother something, watching as her hands move through the air, going along with the story. Tinsely's family consists of just her and her father. Mr Mark Asher is a well known plastic surgeon working in the heart of Hollywood. He was a laid back push over and catered to his daughters every whim. Tinsley got everything she ever wanted. Bridgette suspected that it was only because Mr Asher didn't know how to deal with A teenage daughter on his own. His wife, Tinsleys mother, Meredith, died when Tinsley was just 5 years old from breast caner.

 

      Bridgette and Tinsely have been friends since they were around six, (their fathers went to the same country club). Instantly the two girls had connected and being the only children of their families the girls soon become like sisters. They grew up together , went to the same private schools, slept over each others houses almost every weekend, Had the same celebrity crushes, told one another their secrets. They were inseparable. Even though the two were connected at the hip they were polar opposite from each other.

 

      Tinsley being the typical rich girl, with the attitude to match, Blonde hair big blue eyes, a heart shaped face, perfectly straight white teeth, small adorable nose, and all the perfect curves that made her look older then seventeen. She believed that because she was rich she was better then the rest of them, She was the typical snobby rich girl.

 

      Where Tinsley was light colors, Bridgette was dark. She had dark wavy Auburn hair that fell to her lower back She had Dark brown eyes that if the sun hit them the right away you could see flecks of gold in them. She had defined cheek bones and a nose that could only be described as strong. Her body well, It looked like Tinsley didn't just get her share of curves but Bridgettes as well. Tinsley was a double D, Bridgette, A cup. Her body still looked like a young preteen even though she was seventeen.

 

      "Bridgette, Hey Bridgette. Snap out of it heeelllooo" Tinsley's voice snaps her out of her daze ans she sees Tinsley snapping her fingers in front of her face. Flinching away from her hands she pushes them away

 

       "Get your hands out of my face, ugh you know I hate that!" Bridgette says glaring at her. Tinsely just bats her big doe eyes and doesn't seem to care.

 

      "Well if you weren't zoning out like a weirdo I wouldn't have had too. Plus we are here." Tinsley says and raps her knuckles on the divider screen that divided the passengers from the driver, "Hey driver, again door, not going to open itself," She says gathering Preston to her who was looking out the window growling at the people outside.

 

      "Roger don't she is a big girl and can open the door herself, can you just help me with the bags?" Bridgette says ignoring the glare and huff from Tinsley.

 

      Stepping out of the limo Bridgette is greeted by bright sunshine and is forced to put on her shades. Once her shades are firmly in place she looks around her. People were rushing around everywhere with luggage. She sees them putting their bags and other various things on a large platform. 'must be where you check your bag's' she thinks. Closing her eyes she breaths in deeply and smells the salt from the ocean and hears seagulls above crying and the faint sound of water hitting the side of an enormous ship. Turning toward the sound she opens her eyes and is greeted with the sight of the Cruise ship she and her family were about to board. For Spring break her parents were taking her and Tinsely to The Bahamas, their traditional place to go for this particular vacation.

 

      Suddenly someone bumps into her hard and she falls forward. She puts her hands out in front of her to catch herself and lands hard on the ground. Her shades fall off her face and land between her and the pavement with a loud CRUNCH, the sharp broken pieces digging into her stomach.

 

      "Oh S**T! I'm so sorry! Here let me help you up!" A deep masculine voice comes from behind her. She looks up and squinting sees a boy roughly her age standing above her. She lifts up her hand and with surprising strength he pulls her to her feet. "Are you OK is anything broke?" The boy says. Wiping dirt off her pants she bends down and picks up her shades which have broken in three places.

 

      "Nothing broken but these." She says lightly trying to show that she was fine. She looks up at the boy and silently gasps. Standing in front of her was the best looking boy she had ever seen. He was at least 6'3" with broad muscular shoulders, His lips were full and currently he was biting his lower lip with nerves. But that's not what Bridgette noticed first. His eyes. His eyes were clear blue, They reminded her of husky eyes. A gust of chilly wind blows across them making his shaggy black hair scatter in front of his eyes. He lifts his hand and swipes it away, clearing his throat.

 

      "Ehem, are you sure you're OK" he asks. Before Bridgette can say anything a disgusted squeal comes from behind her

 

       "EW Get away from her you freak!" Tinsely exclaims rushing over to them, Preston ever present, and ever growling, a can of pepper spray in her other hand. The boy backs up with his hands up to show he is harmless, a look of fear crossing his perfect features, forming a wrinkle between his eyes.

 

       "HEY COLTON are you gunna help me with this thing or not?" a red headed boy says jogging over to them. Tinsley squeaks in fear and raises the pepper spray higher. "Hey WHOA Cool it, What the hell is going on here?" The red headed boy says looking between Tinsley and Bridgette before resting on Colton.

 

       "Your Friend here just Mawled my Best friend and knocked her to the ground That'swhats going on here!" Tinsley says. Preston growling as loud as her could, his ears pressed back.

 

       "No He didn't Knock that off and put that thing away you could hurt someone with it!" Bridgette says finally finding her voice. She snatches the spray out of Tinsley's hand and looks back that Colton. "He just bumped into me and I lost my balance, Right? NO foul play here." She says. Her breath catches when he smiles at her.

 

       "Yeah I didn't mean to knock her down. Sorry." He says, his deep voice vibrating through her. She smiles back at him.

 

       "See told you. Thanks for helping me up." She says and turns to Tinsely "Come one lets go, I think I see papa over there." She says and drags Tinsely away. Looking over her shoulder she goes to say bye and sees them leaving.

 

       "I don't understand why you were so calm! he mawled you! He is so horrible! did you see his clothes? he must be from the wrong side of somewhere! I cant believe it EW!" Tinsley says going on and on as the girls walk over to Bridgettes parents. Bridgette doesn't pay attention, her mind focusing on the Boy, No Colton, that's what his friend called him.

 

       "Ah Sweetheart there you are!" Her father says and gives her a sharp hug.

 

      It was only then that Bridgette realized that she didn't give Colton Her name.

Author's Note

SO I had come up with the Idea for this book in 10th grade when I went on my first (and last) cruise and I never prsued it until now. Tell me what you think :-D