Outcast

Chapter four

I woke up sprawled across a beige leather couch. I had absolutely no idea where I was. So I screamed. Okay, okay, in heinz sight, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. But I immediately remembered what had happened last night, and I panicked. Was I... Still a virgin? Or... Oh shit. Someone's coming downstairs.

I let out the breath of air I was holding in when I saw who it was.

"Luna! Shit! Why are you screaming?"

"Why do you THINK Chapman?!" I yelled.

"Oh yeah, right. Errrrr..." He scratched the back of his head. "Guess I have some explaining to do."

I crossed my arms and nodded.

••

"Okay, so," Cole started after he finished making his coffee and my chocolate. "I saw the guy that had drugged you carrying you into a bedroom. He had almost shut the door, when I barged in. I asked him- no, screamed at him, demanding that he tell me what he did to you. He said that he had taken a drink and put a pill in it, that would knock you out after about five minutes. So, he was basically... Well... Following you around until you fell "asleep." Then, he took you into the nearest bedroom. When I got there, he hadn't had the chance to do anything. You're safe."

I let out a breath of air that I didn't even realize I was holding in. "Thank god." I breathed.

"Oh, by the way, I punched the guy silly. He won't be bothering you again anytime soon." He said, smiling.

I don't really know what I was thinking at the moment, but I got up, ran over to him, and hugged him.

••

I smiled at the palm trees around me. Finally in Florida. No problems, no cold, no snow, for a whole week; for some reason, my anxiety always went away when I came to visit Florida. Bye bitches.

I headed to the beach. I could already smell the sea salt. Gosh, I missed this so fucking much.

Before I hit the beach, I went into a "summer store" to get a surf board, sunscreen, and a hat. While I was in there, I found sunscreen that apparently protected you from the sun, but you tanned at the same time. I squealed like a fucking twelve year old fan girl, then grabbed it. My boogie board had a white background and a dolphin on it. The hat, I decided I didn't need considering it was $10 and I didn't want to spend that much on a hat I would probably end up taking off anyways.

After I was done, I headed to the beach. I tried to avoid all the stares from perverted old men; mind you I still had mine cover-up on, over my bikini. I rolled my eyes. Damn, these guys were desperate.

Once I got to the beach, I found a spot to stay, and laid my towel down on the sandy beach. I took my cover up off, then applied the "magic" sunscreen. (I hope it works!!!!) I took my flipflops off and after hopping up and down over how hot it was, I laid down on my towel, closed my eyes, and hoped I wouldn't get burnt, but tan.

About ten minutes later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I opened one eye and saw a couple of guys over me.

"Yes?"

"Wanna go throw this frisbee around with us and a couple of other people."

I sighed. "I suppose, why not."

One of the guys grabbed my hand and helped me get up. In total, there were three other girls and four guys. Seven in total, not counting me. They were all sixteen or seventeen. There was Tracy, Tara, Shawn, (Sh-Aw-N) Adam, and Paul. Tracy and Tara had shiny, black, curly hair. They were twins. Shawn and Adam were brothers, and they both had dark brown spiked hair. Paul had blond hair that swept to one side.