Page 32 of Deep Blue Lies

THIRTY-ONE

Wow. July already! Almost a month since I last wrote anything. I’ve left some gaps, so I can go back and fill it in, but I’m going to do better from now on. I’m going to write something every single day. Scouts honour.

Oops. I’m going to do better this time.

Actually there hasn’t been that much to talk about the last few days. Plus, I couldn’t find my pen, which isn’t the best excuse, I know. But it is hard to write a diary without a pen.

Anyway. Today I do have a pen and something to report. It seemed like it was going to be bad, but then it turned out to be good.

What happened was, Mandy messed up BIG time.

Something happened with the guest flight so that it was coming in seven hours late.

I don’t know what, but all the newly arriving guests, who thought they were in for a four-hour flight, actually took eleven hours to get here, which is pretty bad, obviously.

And then Mandy had to make sure the bus went to pick them up at the new time.

There’s no point sending it early and having the driver sit there for seven hours, he’d just go off and get drunk on ouzo, knowing Greek men.

Anyway, because Mandy is the dumbest person on the whole planet, she got the new flight arrival time wrong – Imogen says she can’t even read the 24-hour clock – so the plane landed with all these exhausted clients, and there was no fricking bus to meet them.

We only found out when one of them phoned the owner of the resort – he lives back in London – and he phoned Jason to ask what the hell was going on.

After that, Jason went ballistic and came in and organised it himself.

At first he was going to blame it on Imogen, but he saw that it was Imogen who’d actually already phoned another driver, and sent him down there, basically saving the day.

I think Jason knew it was Mandy’s fault anyway.

If you sleep with someone every night, you must get a pretty good idea if they’re an idiot or not? And Mandy doesn’t exactly hide it.

So anyway, Jason was super angry, and even though Imogen did nothing wrong, he still shouted at her, and that made her upset. But who do you think was walking through the hotel lobby at just the right moment?

You guessed it: Kostas.

He didn’t say anything at the time, but afterwards, when me and Imogen were at the staff house, he came up and asked if she was alright. He said he thought Jason had been unfair and ungentlemanly. He actually used that word!

And then he asked if we were going into Skalio later on.

I said we probably would, and he asked which bar we were going to. I told him, and he said he might go too. And Kostas never comes out. So I knew what that meant.

Anyway. Imogen got all nervous, because she really likes him. She didn’t even want to go out at first. But I forced her to. Got her to have a few drinks, just to take the edge off.

And we had a fun time, except it seemed like Kostas wasn’t going to turn up after all. But then he did, and he was in a really funny mood. Like actually funny, not his usual weird-funny.

And when we were going home, I went the other way, because Stephan had just finished his shift at the restaurant, and he has his own room, in Skalio, so that’s handy.

But apparently, on the way home, Imogen and Kostas stopped off by the lifeguard tower and spent like forty minutes snogging. When I came home this morning, to get ready before work, she was looking all dreamy and happy. She wouldn’t tell me at first, but she was so excited!

Like, the only thing is…it’s kind of a waste that she’s not going to shag him?