a renegade; W2S

14

I hate sunrises with a fiery passion. New beginnings, who fucking cares? Who gave permission to the sun to make a violent hangover that much worse?

If I could just put it out, throw a massive rock at it and block it until I feel human again. I don't even register who made the sun start burning into my head, who pulled those curtains in a swift, cunt-fueled motion.

"Rise and shine," Harry says, and I shoot him the sharpest daggers with my eyes. I would rip that dirty blonde hair from his scalp and put his eyes in soup. But only if the soup was made of my blood.

"I hope you fucking die," I screech at him. "You're a fucking whore."

"Jeez, calm down," he says, putting his hands up in a defensive kind of way. Like a little annoying puppy, a puppy I kind of want in my mouth, but I'll never tell it. Never give it that kind of satisfaction, you know?

I wish I could focus on one tangent, but they all seem to blur into each other when you're in this state. I wish I could construe some kind of thought that made sense for more than a minute.

"We're going to the beach today, I think it's called Verona Beach," Harry says, innocently.

"Till death do us part then I guess, my star-cross'd lover?" I say, mocking him. There was no Verona Beach round these parts.

"The fuck are you on about?" He says even more perplexed than I thought a man could ever be. Such strange creatures. They're so gentle and sweet until they want to fuck the living daylights out of you, with or without consent. There we go, another tangent.

"Have you never read or seen any form of Romeo and Juliet?" I ask him. I wonder if he's ever construed a thought behind those ocean eyes. I hope I'm his first thought, his first thought deeper than sex or food.

"I've heard of it," he says, and I've had enough ignorance for today so I decide to fully get myself up out of my bed as that boy eyeballs me.

"Piss off I'm getting changed," I tell him.

"I think you'd rather I stayed," he says. I couldn't be bothered to flirt with him so I just hurried him out of the door and got myself dressed in the most beach appropriate outfit.

A Lacy pink overthrow and underneath, a pink bikini. I am channeling my inner Regina George. Remember girls, if you ever feel bad about yourself, think what Blair Waldorf or Regina George would do. Girly pink is powerful and sexy too, embrace your femininity.

"You look leng," Talia shouts at me as I enter the kitchen. I walk the rest of the way over to her with a catwalk strut, flaunting myself like the object I can be perceived to be. Talia's shout receives many groans from loungers in the living room and kitchen area who are still feeling the night before.

After an hour or so, everyone is ready for the beach. The taxi drive there is one of dreams, our driver was seemingly obsessed with Dua Lipa with No Lie playing at least 5 times. It's safe to say I had not partied myself out.

And the taxi party grows even more when Gee takes out a small flask of vodka from between her tits. I've never laughed more with people I don't even know that well.

"You're wifed, Gee," I tell her in outcry to her partying antics.

"Let her off, you're just jealous her tits are nearly double the size of yours," Becky bellows at me and I can't stop laughing at the way she pronounces things.

"And you're piping up, why? Miss Alcoholic, at least my liver will work in 5 years," I say, Becky acts like she's been shot near the liver then lifts her hand off it with her middle finger up laughing.

After what seems like only 5 minutes we get to the beach, Santa Monica pier right next to it. It's stunning, like my wildest dreams tailored so swiftly for me right in front of my eyes. I want to embrace the golden sand, feel as it falls down my shoulders like a cascade, as the sun warms my skin.

But Eden would be boring without company, and my apple steps out of the other taxi. An apple with dirty blond hair.

And as I'm walking kind of entranced, I stumble into someone.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry," I mumble, embarrassed as I had nearly made him fall over, but kind of suppressing a laugh.

"It's fine," he says looking up to me and I see him smile. "Colby."

He extends his hand to mine as if that was some kind of business agreement.

"Hélille, the person who nearly made you deck yourself," I say smiling and he laughs.

"I've never seen you here before," he says.

"Okay." I say bluntly.

"Okay fine. Me and my friends are having a party at our house later tonight if you want to come, bring a few friends if you want."

"Do you give invitations out to every girl who trips you up or just the ones you find attractive?" I ask him, tilting my head slightly while smiling at him passive-aggressively.

"Shut the fuck up Hélille you pretentious cunt, she'd love to go only if I can come with her," Talia butts in.

"Cool, we live at .... It's also might be vlogged if that's okay with you guys," Colby says and I'm slightly confused.

"Wait, are you a YouTuber?" Talia asks him and he nods. "Same! No way!"

"YouTube friends!!!" Me and Gee squeal at the same time somehow. I love that girl with all my being. Colby looks confused, scared and very likely to abandon any prospect of inviting us.

"Yeah, Sam and Colby," he says.

"What videos do you guys do?" I ask him.

"We explore abandoned places and things like that," he says and suddenly my ears figuratively perk up.

"That's so much more interesting than a party, you'll have to take me some time," I say, grabbing his hand and kissing it. I don't know why I did that he's a complete stranger but it makes him blush.

"Yeah, well I've got to go now see you guys tonight," He says while walking off.

"Hélille, are you a psychopath?" Talia shouts at me.

"Only slightly," I hum as I skip off.

A/N: if you saw the Taylor swift reference, I am head over heels in love with you.