GENRE: Young Adult
When I was sixteen, I was presented the opportunity to turn nothing into a million dollars. And it all started with my lousy summer job at the Baytown Yacht Club.
When I heard the thunder crack, I knew I could kiss my chance of leaving work early goodbye.
The inside snack bar had been dead all day. Not surprising since on perfect sunny afternoons, the wealthy patrons preferred to buy their ice cream sandwiches and frappuccinos by the pool.
But as the rain poured down, the jerks poured in.
"Great," I mumbled under my breath as I saw him approach the counter.
He planted his hands on the counter, leaning forward. His green eyesscanned the menu and then lingered on my face.
I rolled back on my heels and shoved my hands into the pockets of my work apron. "Can I help you?"
His lips curled into a grin and he titled his head to the side. "My name's Dylan. What's yours?"
Anger sizzled in my stomach. I tightened my fist, but silently reminded myself that I needed this job.
"Well, my name tag says Maritza and since your father owns this place, it's safe to say you can trust that the nametags are legit."
He raised his eyebrow. "Long day?"
Just as I was about to say something super b****y, I saw Officer Thomas in the corner.
It's a fact of life that whenever you're on the verge of trouble, your parole officer appears.