The Aquantince Group

Chapter 1

They swear, the trip wasn't supposed to go like this. But, when Mara and Cora are involved things tend to head in an awkward and messed up direction. Here's how this whole thing started...

"Hey, is that Peirce texting you," Mara said as she popped her head out from the blanket. "Yeah, could you check what she said," Replied Cora as she stumbled through the basement door, arms overflowing with snacks.

"No problem, but you better have brought the chocolates and whipped cream."

"Duh, what am I, healthy! I live for junk food," Cora replied indignantly, shooting a glare towards the pile of moving blankets where Mara lounged scrolling through her phone.

Cora plopped on her big bed and opened one of the many bags of chips and impatiently waited to hear what the message was about. Mara was opening the text when she noticed a name on Cora's phone, Jax, the boy who neither of them wanted to admit they had feelings for but who they were both quite interested in.

Of course he was only in her contacts because he was "friends" with one of their friends, Claire. "Anyway, what do you think of Jax, Cor?" Mara inquired suggestively, getting distracted.

"Err, Him? Whatttt? How random! I mean he thinks you hate him and probably thinks I am a total weirdo considering the longest conversation we have had has literally been about bread. Like who the hell starts a conversation about bread! But, I least I didn't ask him to the dance, unlike someone *cough cough*"

"That was ONE time. And it was a total accident. In 5th grade! Besides" Mara drew out the word in an extravagant manner, "he probably thinks I hate him since I weirdly glare at him all through class without even realizing it." Cora snorted with laughter in response, "Keep telling yourself that."

"Speaking of liking people, why does nobody except the desperate rednecks like us!" Cora plowed on, "I mean we got the looks, brains, and personality going for us,"Cora joked, her forehead crinkling in exasperation.

"Don't forget our humbleness, social confidence, and our just extraordinary amount of grace and elegance," Mara sarcastically responded with a roll of hazel eyes.

"Well... I mean you may have a point but like look at these abs though" Cora responded jokingly as she flexed in the mirror, "And no one can deny my wonderful sense of humor!"

"Sure... But let's not forget about these eyelashes and cake!" Mara smirked smacking her semi above-average butt. "Yeah! We both got the cake section down! Anyway, did you ever check that text?" Cora questioned light caramel-colored hair swinging as she tilted her head reaching for the abandoned chip bag lying on the floor.

"Oh, right. I might have gotten slightly distracted thinking about our pathetic social life." Her soft voice floated around the cozy basement, from beside Cora as she twisted to reach for the phone.

"So, what does the text say?' Cora asked.

"Peirce wants to know if we want to spend the weekend with her at the beach." She paused. "That sounds pretty fun, right? Although if we are trying to get people to like us, standing next to Peirce's muscular beach body is not a good way to attract attention." Said Mara, in mock annoyance.

Peirce was

girl. The one with perfect grades, all the athletic trophies and who had gorgeous thick corn silk blonde hair that would make anyone drool, and deep blue eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. Peirce was kind, unique and semi-loyal to the people she cared for but could be slightly oblivious about the social standings of others. Of course her being so athletic was mainly due to her slight, tiny, obsession with running.