My arms and legs stretched out. I sent a safe text to Matt to tell him I had left his car and gotten onto the plane with no issue. The one-word message was sent and then I turned my device off. Hoping to avoid him calling and me having to explain everything to his nosey ass. I smiled slightly at the thought of him. Being worried and acting like my own mother. She didn't even stress that hard.

My only concern was the small break I had to make and also the one-stop was bound to mess me up. I was a mess and life grew low on my list of abilities. I could just about respire. Even then I sometimes forgot to do it. Mainly because I forgot to breathe sometimes.

After the nearly eight hours of flight and the sound of a snoring man a couple of chairs to my right I got out and claimed my bags. Not too many bags but probably more than I would need.

All I could think about was how great it was. To be in the Bahamas. Sun, sand and a little fun. YouTubers would be with me and even greater than that I could see everyone face to face. I may have been the last to arrive in the Bahamas but I was going to stay until the end of the holiday.

When I had left the building I rang Evan on my phone and he picked up immediately. A voice so soft became loud and broken as he scared the shit out of me. He was sat in a car and I had to find it.

"Please, just tell me the number plate. Please, Evan." He reluctantly gave in but still seven floors of cars were ahead of me and Evan was the type of man to park in the worst of all the spaces. Luckily I found one of the less fortunate workers.

"Sorry. Could you help me? I need to find a car with the number plate *******." He gave a nod and waved for me to follow him. The pair of us entered the office and he showed me the screen. I did a quick scan and found him on the seventh floor. I thanked the man and left. Entering the lift and moving up.

I walked to the space where the car was on the screen and found it. A black four by four with a smug-looking Evan in the driver's seat and two men in the back.

"I just flew for eight hours to get here and you pull this shit? If it wasn't for the kind and handsome security personnel I would have turned and taken my open-ended flight back to fucking Canada. All right fuckboys." I waved to the mysterious two in the back as I climbed into the car and the music began.

"We are headed straight to the beach so you can change there. I mean, our house backs onto a beach so that it just a fact." Evan put the music on and it blared out. My thin and barely even there dress held a lot of room to change under it. Even if I didn't have my own space. The toilet would do.

"I never got sent the pictures of the place. How is it all laid out?" As I asked they held back a laugh. I was concerned about what they would have to say.

"It's not bad. Just, all the beds are in the same room. It looks like a David Walliams book. The Midnight gang?" I sighed and put my head into my hand. The glasses fell off of my face and the sun hit my eyes full on.

When we pulled up I changed in the toilet and walked from the patio onto the beach as the day was carrying on. My bikini was a little too revealing but I needed the sun to hit all of me. Or as much of me as possible.

"Hey, Cookie." I walked around to where the others were. Just a few feet away from our house and laid down. The blanket from the building and also a little sunscreen had been put on as a just in case.

"Hey, guys." An umbrella was up and a few of the others were under it but I sat on the edge. My knees tucked up to my chest.

"What's your name? Your real one?" Scotty asked a little bluntly but it was clear he was only curious.

"Eleos Grace Fitzgerald. But my friends call me Ella." I had one fancy-ass name and I was proud of it.

"What do your parents call you?" A grunt was heard and when I faced it I saw Jaren for the first time. I didn't even realise that he had left the house. The look of 'no, you have messed up' filled his face and I laughed a little.

Tyler looked unsure as to why Jaren had acted like that. He waved his hands slightly in a 'so what?' way and I spoke before they had the chance to continue.

"They passed two years ago today. Life is going on and I am okay but they used to call me their Ọmọ. It's Yoruba. Their native language, for baby." I felt a funny bunch of butterflies in my core as I mentioned my parents. I loved them but a small part of me resented them. They had taken the easy way out, easy for them. Not me.

"Anyway, what are the arrangements for us tonight? I mean, what are we doing and where will I be sleeping specifically?" They hadn't discussed it yet. They had only just arrived a few hours before I had and so that was fair. We moved the conversation on to something new from there.

My body began to ache as the sun dried my skin and so I entered the house for a glass of cold water. Sand was dropping from me as I did so. Not to mention the sand that I kicked up with every step. By the time the house had been entered, I saw that a few of them all sat at the table talking and joking. The talk had continued as I entered but Evan stood and spoke with me.

"You should definitely stay in the shade for a little while. You look exhausted." He was as cruel as John at times. Something I loved in him. My elbow met his side though and I set an eye across the table. Jaren sat there.

"The table is full by the time you are sat. I can go back out and just stay in the shade." It occurred to me that Vanoss wasn't going to take a no and so I conceded when he had practically pulled me over to the table and sat me on his lap. My eyes avoiding Jaren at all cost.