Overlooked

Chapter 4

"Oh my gosh, did you see how hot they were when they were diving for the volleyball?!" Julia screeches to Kaitlyn and I. My God, that girl thinks anytime a boy moves it's in some way, hot.

"I know, and I know Dylan was totally checking me out." Kaitlyn gushes with a cocky smile on her lips, " I mean who wouldn't"

I roll my eyes secretly at her comments. I mean seriously, this girl needs to chill on the self centered comments. Some of us don't have the highest self esteem. I wonder who? Oh ya, that's right! ME...

"Are we getting dressed up tonight or is it sweats for dinner."

I ask. Sometimes, depending on the location, a sundress is what is common, but when we cookout or go to get something quick to eat, a sweatshirt and leggings or shorts are fine.

"Of course a sun dress! We are going out, and I'm really hoping to score some guys to go walking with me on the beach tonight." Julia states and Kaitlyn nods her head in agreement.

I know what my plans are later... definitely some sweats and I know I'm gonna read the new update of the current Wattpad book I'm reading. I know, I know, I'm a nerd. But what can you do when your friends' biggest priority on vacation is to pick up guys that they won't likely see again and you can't even talk to one without freezing up and saying something stupid. My priorities this vacation are to get a nice tan so I can alleviate the ghostly color I have acquired this winter and to finish all the books I brought with me. Super exciting right? I don't need any guys! I've got all the boyfriends I could ever need, right here in my books.

"Alright girls, go shower, and we'll meet in my condo when your ready and then we can head out to the restaurant down the street. Chop, chop ladies!"

A sigh escapes me and I begin the trek up to my condo. When I reach the condo, I punch the code into the keypad, take off my sand crusted flip-flops and grab my toiletries on the way to the shower. Before I hop in , I snatch a plastic cup from the kitchen and place my phone in it on the counter with my favorite playlist playing. After waiting for the shower to warm up, I pull off my soggy swimsuit and climb in under the steaming hot shower.

Because of the foreign shower controls, I struggle a bit with the water; going from steaming to frigid in a matter of seconds before I get it figured out. My favorite band is playing in the background as I scrub the strawberry shampoo into my wet hair, hoping to rid my hair of the tangles and sand blown together due to the salty, ocean breeze.

Towards the end of my shower, I grow anxious of having to go to dinner with the girls tonight. I really hope I can score one boy or at least a glance from one. Anything would be fine as long as the notice me there.

With that last thought and the final chord of Walk the Moon's album, I step out of the shower and grab the white, fluffy towel hanging on the rack. Once it's secured around me I move over to the fogged up mirror and begin to remove and leftover makeup that has run down my face. Ewww, I look pretty scary, no males for me tonight.

I exit the bathroom with my towel hugged to my body and make it across the hall to the room I'm taking this week. 

My undergarments are quickly slipped on without thought, but the outfit is another story. Dress? Romper? Floral Shorts? I have to at least look decent tonight. I settle on a Hawaiian printed romper composed of neon flowers and bright palm trees. Perfect! It compliments my tan wonderfully and I'm proud I was able to pick a pretty cute outfit.

After brushing my hair, I spray a beach wave serum to give my stick-straight hair a little volume and apply some light makeup. I grab my tan cardigan, phone, and brown sandals and make my way to the door.

With a deep breath I open the door and head for the stairs up to Julia's condo to meet her and Kaitlyn. I can't help but notice the thumping of my heart. I'm not really this nervous, am I? I know I shouldn't be this nervous, but I cant help but feel inferior to the other girls and their ability to flirt. 

Before I connect my hand with the door knob to open the door, it swings open and I'm greeted by the girls and a mob of questions of what took me so long and am I ready to leave. I nod my head to the second question and let Julia and Kaitlyn pass me to lead the way to Julia's car. I climb the steps to the sounds of the girls talking about what kind of guys that will be there and what plans they could make tonight.

I lag behind and listen intently to see if even I don't meet anyone, if I would still be included in these plans or if they were exclusive. I have a feeling that they were "invitation only" and my Wattpad books will be my companions tonight.

Once I reach Julia's car , I try and convince myself that a boy will eventually come along who loves my awkward state and everything about me.

And with that confidence, I open the car door, climb in and begin to mentally prepare myself for the hit on my social anxiety and self esteem to come.