Tara Montoya, she's just moved into an entirely new summer town, thrown into a mix of rich kids, crazy parties, and sibling playdates (+ plastic babies???). But amongst it all is a hatred for the soccer boy who ruined her airport experience. Someone...
I dive straight into my bed, bag chucked onto my desk chair. Thankfully, my dad had given me time to unpack my clothes and furniture, meaning my room was fully unpacked. It hadn't really kicked in that I was staying right next to the beach. I also realised Jake's house was right next to mine. God really decided that I needed to stop hating this man.
Getting up from my messed up sheets, I stumbled over to my newly set up closet. I needed a simple outift that was summery enough that I wouldn't sweat too much, but not ugly for my first party here. First impressions were important for me. I grab my phone off the bed, immediately dialling Sharnie and Aurora.
I shuffled my options across the rack until I heard the familiar Facetime connection go off.
Sharnie's voice cuts through the silence, "Hey girly." I'm so grateful for these two girls. They've already invited me into their circle.
"Hey queen," I respond while chucking out the best options onto my bed, "I need help picking a cute outfit. Come to my house."
It's at times like these I'm grateful that this neighbourhood is small, and the community is close because both Sharnie and Aurora arrive not even 5 minutes later.
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It's been 15 minutes of struggle to find a cute outfit, but we finally decide on an outfit for each of us.
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"Tara, you look so fucking smash right now," Sharnie says, emphasising the smash.
"Oh my, are you seeing yourself? I bet Bryson wishes he was with you."
A grin appears on her face as she grabs her phone, facetiming him to give him an fit check.
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I have one hand ringing the doorbell, and the other holding spare batteries they needed. Sharnie stands next to me, aggressively typing on her phone for some reason, and Aurora stares ahead towards the door, eyes not shifting. This is so weird. I should just turn back now. Is this a bad sign?
The door swings open to some Asian guy and I hear thankful sighs on either side of me.
"Jake and Bryson are just hanging up some decorations," he turns his direction to Aurora, "Leon went out to get drinks."
Both Sharnie and I's heads shift towards our friend, but she doesn't look back, simply walking in and making conversation with Lucas.
We walked through the house, clean and organised with the prettiest kitchen I had ever seen. I'm interrupted from the beauty of his house when a golden retriever steps into view. Both Sharnie and Aurora dodge the dog walking towards the backyard doors. Fakers. How could they resist the dog?
