Not Cliché

4) Party Poopers suck

I got home at 11 at night creeping inside and into Sandra and my's room. She was sleeping and I tip toed inside.

A light flicked on.

"Did you not think I wouldn't notice if you was gone?" Sandra asked.

"Yes?"

"I'm starting to doubt your cleverness and bad assness Zeya. What happened?"

"I was arrested, don't worry Ayda bailed me out, she wanted to."

"And you didn't feel like calling your family?" She asked.

"Ayda could up with the money quicker," I said.

"And? you're willing to let your rich friend pay for you as if your family couldn't come up with the money because we're all poor Latinos?" She asked offended.

"You know it'd take longer, Sandra, besides I'm tired. Lemme go to sleep. Ray already yelled at me," I said not mentioning it was over something else.

"You saw Ray? He spoke to you?" She asked.

Shit! I forgot their history. Ray was avoiding Sandra.

"Yeah but only for a short time," I said trying to cover up my slip.

"Okay. Buenas," she murmured looking hurt. I winced at her hurt face and put on some shorts and a loose pink shirt that said "bad girls don't do love".

***
The next day was Saturday. There was an end of the year beach party at the beach. School was ending in a week.

I put on a bikini with cute designs that seemed influenced by Native American designs. And threw on a white see though cover shirt.

We were going to the beach. We were from Sarasota, Florida and it would take about an hour to drive there but it was worth it. The water was blue and the sand was white. The sun was brilliant and hot. I knew I would tan.

The sand was scalding under my feet. I quickly ran into the warm waters, Sandra and Ayda following.

After bañándonos for a while we got out of the aquamarine waters. I went over to our group, grabbing a sprite and gathering my towel, laying on it and sunbathing.

Many people don't know the difference between tanning and sunbathing. Sunbathing is when you don't care how you look you just soak up the sun, you could sun bathe during winter.

I eventually decided to actually tan so I took off my cover and shifted settling onto my stomach and staring at the ocean and the people around it. I loved to just soak up everything, the sound of the waves hitting the shore, the laughs of everyone splashing, the vendors advertising their goods. I closed my eyes, falling asleep with the lulling beach noises.

I woke up to ice-cold water falling down onto my head. I clambered up, startled at first, which progressed into shock, and then I was fuming.

"What the actual fuck?!" I screeched, turning to the offender.

Why should I be surprised it was the one and only Alesso Costa?

"As I said before, you only have to ask," he responded smirking.

"No fucking jodas pinche!" I yelled stalking closer to him, my small height not looking very intimidating, it was so misleading. He just raised his eyebrows and smirked. I jabbed my hand into his stomach, only hurting my fingers. Alesso grabbed my wrist.

"Now that's not nice, Mi Amor," he chastised teasingly, a glint of amusement in his light brown eyes.

"As I've told you before, I can tell you what's not nice. I will castrate you and stuff your huevos down your throat," I retorted mocking him, and pulling my hand from his grip, glaring at him.