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Chapter 1
By xFuRiEx

 


Anastacia

“Come on!” Taylor pleaded. “It's the middle of the summer and you still haven't gotten a tan. Besides, school starts tomorrow and then you won't have any time.”

I pushed my glasses higher on to my nose.

“I don't feel like going to the beach, Taylor.” I told her.

Taylor sighed, “You're into science, right? You don't like things being wasted?”

I nodded.

She put her arm around my shoulders before speaking again, “Just think of all the hot talent being wasted while I'm in here arguing with you.”

“I hear there's a new life guard on the beach.” I noticed casually, because I knew that was the real reason she wanted to go.

She slightly blushed, but quickly regained herself.

“Stasch! It's summer vacation, at least until tomorrow!” she exclaimed walking over to my closet.

She started rummaging through the closet before pulling out my red bikini with white polka dots and tossing it on my bed.

“If you don't put on that bikini right now, I'll dress you myself! We're going to go to the beach, have fun, plus you're going to get a tan on that ghostly pale ass of yours.”

“Taylor…” I started.

She picked up the bikini threateningly.

“Alright! Alright! I'll go,” I said, throwing my hands up in defeat. “It's not like I have a choice anyway,” I muttered.

“Good, that's what I'd like to hear.”

She turned around so I could change.

“Now you can check out the new lifeguard with me,” she giggled and I couldn't help giggling a little too.

We soon arrived on the beach and found a nice spot, throwing out our towels. Taylor looked really good in her bikini: black bottoms and a red top. I had replaced my glasses with a pair of contacts before leaving the house. My glasses were stylish and I wore them permanently, except of course when I was sleeping. The only time I wore contacts was when I went to the beach and couldn't wear my glasses.

“I'm going to… uhm… I'll be right back,” she said disappearing in the direction of the life guard shack.

I laughed at her, “Don't keep the poor guy from doing his job. My death might just be on your conscience.”

She giggled, “Don't worry.”

I sighed and lay back on my towel to get a bit of a tan. After a long time, Taylor still hadn't returned and I decided to hit the water for a while. It was no use coming to the beach if you're not going to take a dive. I was in the water for quite a while before I got tired of being in the water and decided to return to our place on the beach. I sat down and pulled out my storybook. I was reading Romeo and Juliet. We were doing it this year and I decided to get a head start.

It was typical of Taylor to blow me off to run after some guy. She wasn't an easy girl, but she liked to flirt. She was my best friend. We became friends in middle school when she moved to Long Beach, from Germany, with her family. Her full name was Carmen Taylor Adler, but she always left out the Carmen. She was a beauty with her long black hair and chocolate brown eyes. She could turn most guys around her pinky or make them jump when she snapped her fingers, because to round everything off, she was tall, 5'8, and lean and had a good set of brains to go with it. I was the complete opposite of her. I was short, standing at only 5'4, had blonde hair and brown eyes. Guys didn't pay much attention to me, not that it bothered me much. The only thing rounding me off was my glasses. She had charisma and I didn't, it was as simple as that.

I liked romance stories and though I have never read Romeo and Juliet before, I was already fascinated by the story. It was extremely deep and a little difficult maybe, because of the ancient English used in it, but good nonetheless.

I was concentrating on my reading; when suddenly something crashed into the ground at my feet, sand splashing up. Fortunately, it was a foot or two away and the sand eruption didn't quite reach me. It was a volleyball ball. A guy in swimming trunks trotted over to get it. I was absolutely mesmerized by his appearance. He had raven black hair that looked soft and shiny as satin. He wasn't extremely tall, but not short either. Even though he didn't have a six-pack and bulging muscles, he was nicely built and not skinny. He bent down and scooped up the ball, looking at me and passing me a dazzling smile. It was slightly lopsided, but extremely cute. As soon as I made eye contact, I was lost. I drowned in what were probably the deepest jade eyes I had ever seen.

“Hey,” he smiled.

I smiled back shyly, “Hi.”

With a last grin, he turned around and rejoined his friends, continuing their game of beach volleyball. There were quite a few guys, probably enjoying their last day of vacation before returning to school tomorrow. I took a deep breath to slow down my erratic heartbeat. Dammit, Anastacia! You only look into his eyes and already he has this big of an effect on you? How pathetic! I couldn't think about it further, because Taylor returned just then.

“Hey, I'm so sorry I left you all alone,” she apologized. “That lifeguard was actually really good company.”

I chuckled, “It's okay. I really don't mind. So he isn't just a body, but at least has some brains too?”

She chuckled, “Yes, quite a lot actually. He's studying to become a doctor.”

I nodded impressed, “Maybe you should take your chances with him.”

“Psh! What are you talking about?” she exclaimed. “Look at this!” she said, showing me the ten numbers written down the inside of her arm.

“You don't waste any time, do you?” I asked.

“Don't change your tune now. You're the one who suggested I take my chances with him,” she pointed out.

“Not that you needed my persuasion,” I laughed.

“You have to strike while the iron's hot, dear,” she grinned broadly.

I chuckled, “If you say so. I think we should get going; it's getting late.”

“It's only after five,” she said. “But sure, I'm done here anyway.”

We packed up all our things and headed back up the beach, taking a bus back home. Now it was time to get ready for the next day of school.

 

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