MALIBU

one, pt 1.

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ALL WHILE BROODING in a rusty folding chair, Jalina came to a conclusion. It wasn't much but it was simple as this— she did not want to be here right now.

The only thing that was really keeping her from hopping right off of this chair and booking it, was the beautiful pink and orange illuminating the sky, and the fact that her little brother, nor her friend had any other way to get home.

It was starting to become slightly dark and unbearably hot. Since this obvious change in weather, people have been throwing functions and get-togethers back-to-back nonstop. It wasn't like she was uncomfortable physically or anything. Though the sand that her feet sunk burned her skin up.

Jalina wore a yellow matching bikini under a green crop-top with yellow outline & hem that read 'Jamaica'. Pudgy stomach sticking out over the swimsuit, bellybutton piercing glistening with water. Her hair was in faux locs, tied up in a ponytail. She previously had on denim shorts but it was just too hot. Her edges were sweated out and her skin was now ashy from the sand and salt water.

Jalina rolled her eyes as she stood up in thought, intimidating and mean looking as usual, Where the hell is Salems big headed ass? Makes me fucking sick, always disappearing.

Salem was the one who convinced Jalina to come in the first place. They had shared dorms and it was too hot to be inside the house by herself if she hadn't came. Plus, who wanted to be by themselves especially when they have the chance to get the fuck out of the house and chill with their homegirl?

Jalina's plan for this summer was to not be in the house, and to have a hot girl summer. But the other side of her really just wanted stay be inside and sleep her sorrows away. Too many years of doing nothing and staying inside the house left a print on her.

But if she had known her brother, Tahitian would also be there, she would've probably never came. His favorite thing to do was be a full time asshole slash dickhead. And it was just natural for her to look out of him. So, she'd just worry about him the whole time— he was still a baby freshman. He didn't know what the hell he was getting himself into.

The type of people he hung around pissed her off greatly. Delinquent fuck-boys with a bunch of money to waste. She just knew it was the wrong crowd, and she didn't want her little brother to end up like that. She hated his friends with her entire soul.

The way they looked at others with an indifferent look in their eyes. The way they walked, the way they carried themselves, especially the way they spoke. It was almost nauseating.

Speaking of the devil, Jalina averted her eyes around the beach to her brother in thought, who currently jogged toward a familiar unnecessarily-tall silver haired guy. In which the sight of him made her roll her eyes. Tahitian held a football in his hands with his dreads carelessly in a half up-half down style, practically threatening to fall out of its scrunchie, priorly offered by one of his little fangirls.

She was surprised he even bothered to put his hair up all. Usually he just leaves it down and lets it dangle in his face like he belongs in a horror movie or something. He thinks that he gets more bitches when he acts careless and shit.

So caught up in her thoughts, Jalina failed to notice Salem walking towards her with a huge smile on her face, the creases from the smile in her eyes evident. She wore a cute squared neck white bikini with ruffled hems and off-the-shoulder straps, still wearing her own denim shorts.

She held a sandy volleyball and a scrunched up bottle of water, that was half way finished.

"Jalina, come and play with us! You sitting here looking miserable as hell, you need to get your ass the fuck up."

"Our team needs help anyway because we're getting absolutely cooked," Of course, Salem's vibrant energy brings a small crack of a smile to Jalina's face.

But Jalina obviously shook her head no because she really wasn't in the mood. Plus, she was just enjoying the breeze, and she was pretty sure that moving around was just gonna make her even hotter. Sweat was already drastically building up at her hairline.

"Salem, nobody wanna play no fucking volleyball. I get enough of that at practice," Jalina boredly looked at her, uninterested and unamused.

"I'm about to get me a nice cold drink though 'cause I'm really burning up." Jalina yawned, rolling her neck.

"Oh my god, you always got some excuse." Salem frowned.

"At least watch us play," Salem almost pouted, squinting her eyes at Jalina. She genuinely didn't want her friend just sitting there and looking like she was fucking crazy, because exactly that's how she looked. Miserable and crazy.

"C'mon, please? If you watch i'll buy you the drink myself," Salem offered, interlocking her hands and Jalina immediately pushed her head away, snickering and dragging the raggedy chair towards the game.

Salem always had to convince Jalina because of her unnecessary stubbornness, but she always managed to get her to say yes. She was just trying to have Jalina learn to let loose again like how she used to, and get her out of that shell nobody was able to break through. But people change just like times do.

". . Alright , whatever."

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