THE BIG GAME, ZACH MITCHELL, JURASSIC WORLD

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  "I think the high waisted shorts looked best with that grey crop top and the denim skirt went best with the black bandeau," Lindsey advised me. I looked at all of the clothes laid out on the bed and paired them together, packing them away into my suitcase. "And for shoes, you can wear your white leather converse." 

"Thats two out of like, twenty outfits," I muttered as I looked over at my Louis Vuitton luggage. It had so much more space in it to fill. 

"Twenty?" Lindsey sat down on the edge of my bed and I nodded. "What do you plan on doing there?"

"You never know," I shrugged my shoulders and continued to fold my newly bought clothes. "What if I see a totally hot guy and he asks me on a date?"

"How would you go on your date if you're at some amusement park for a week?" She asked, twirling her hair around her finger. She is so stupid sometimes.

"Easy. He'll see me from afar, fall in love, ask me to go to one of the park's various restaurants, have dinner with me, and we'll never see each other again." I said. I paired another dark washed high waisted shorts with a white tank. "You need to think outside of the box, Linds, it's fucking Costa Rica we're talking about."

"I could do the same in Paris," She trailed off and I rolled my eyes. Suddenly, her huge trip to visit her fashion designer mom didn't seem as interesting as my week long trip to Isla Nublar. "With some cute French guy, we could eat snails together under the Eiffel Tower."

"Sounds cool," I nodded in acknowledgement and continued packing. I picked up two shirts from my American Apparel box and held them up for her to see. "Black with cut outs or Grey muscle tee?"

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   It took us two more hours for me to finish packing for my flight. My mom had to go to one of her client's wedding dinner since she designed her dress and Lindsey left at six since her dad called about a reservation at a restaurant, which meant one thing: I had the whole apartment to myself.

I grabbed a granola bar and water bottle before retreating back to my bedroom. There was only four more hours until my mom was going to take me to the airport and I couldn't stop pacing around, thinking of what I could experience. I'm not really the kind of girl who would obsess over big animals. 

Once I got to sit on my bed, I remembered how I told Lindsey about me possibly meeting a guy. It wasn't a crazy idea or thought because, well, I'm not ugly. I could probably catch the attention of any guy there! Even if they were married.

Okay, maybe not married. They'd probably be like married fathers with kids and they'd be fat, possibly even with a beer gut. Disgusting.

My macbook made a notification sound and I grabbed it off of my night stand. It was a FaceTime request from Liam. I rolled my eyes and clicked 'decline' before turning my attention back to my halfway eaten granola. The ringing continued and I groaned. 

Liam was, is, my ex. We dated for a good three months before I got tired of him and cut it off. He was too clingy and wanted to know what I was up to twenty-four seven, and everyone knows that that's one of the many sure ways to make a girl get over you. 

I finally accepted the call and let my camera turn on. Liam was shirtless and hanging out in the pool. What an idiot.

"Hey Kenzie," Liam grinned and I rolled my eyes.

"Hi Liam." I said through gritted teeth. 

"How's life? I haven't heard from you in a while," He asked. No fucking shit he hasn't! I've been avoiding him the best I could and I completely forgot to block his damn number. "I miss you."