The Running Delinquent

The Beach

~~Trinity's POV~~

"So what do you want to do today?" Derrick asked me. It's been two days since Derrick helped me escape, and I couldn't be happier. "Hmm.. I'm not sure. How about you?" Just as I asked we heard a door slam, and voices.

"Yo Derrick! Where are ya man?" An unknown voice rang throug the house. Derrick smiled brightly and replied, "In the kitchen, Mac!"

I heard several pairs of feet clambering through the hall, only to burst in thought the kitchen door. "Good to be back, Mac?" Derrick asked. Mac gave Derrick a "hell yeah!" And a high five.

I was standing in the corner of the kitchen, when another one of Derrick's friends noticed me. The guy said, "well what do we have here?" While checking me out.

Mc and the other guy in the kitchen also turned toward me. "Guys, this is Trinity. I helped her escape that drug lord. Ya know, James Farbault?"

Their eyes grew wide, and Mac asked, "why were you in trouble with Farbault? You a dealer or something?"

"No, my dad is. He had to pay off drug money or something, so he sold me to them instead." I said looking down at the black and white tiled floor.

"Oh. I'm sorry. That sucks." Said Mac. "S'okay." I said, shrugging. "Um, Trinity, these are my friends, Mac," he pointed to Mac who had curly brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. "Jonesy," Derrick pointed to a guy with a goofy smile on his face. He had dark brown hair, combed upwards, but kinda floppy.

"And this is Drake." He pointed to the guys who was checking me out. He had blond hair, that went just past his forehead. All the guys had a strong build, were probably around the 6' or above range, and were defiantly cute.

I gave a shy smile, and a little wave. They were all grinning at me, and Jonesy came up to me and gave me a giant hug, lifting me off my feet.

"Can't....Breathe!" I gasped out. Jonesy laughed and returned me back to my feet. "So guys, Trinity's gonna stay with us for a while. She doesn't have a place to go." Derrick said.

There was a chorus of "YAYY!"

"What are we gonna do?!" Yelled Jonesy. We all looked at him concerned. "Oh I know! We can go to the beach!!!" Jonesy yelled. We all relaxed and I giggled at Jonesy who was jumping around the kitchen.

Everyone agreed, but I had a problem. "Derrick? I don't have a bathing suit." I said. Drake started chanting, "Nude beach! Nude beach!" Until Mac smacked him in the back of the head.

"That's okay. We can get you one on the way to the beach. So you've never been swimming?" Derrick asked.

"Yeah I have. My mom took me to swim lessons when I was little, but she left when I was six." I said.

"Oh." Derrick said looking apologetic. "I'm just gonna grab something from my room real quick." I said. I jogged up to my room Derrick let me use, and changed into some jean shorts and a t-shirt.

I left my room and walked down the hall. I was about to go down the stairs, but I heard someone call my name. I turned around to see Blake.

"What do you want, Blake?" I asked. "Where ya goin' princess?" He asked smirking at me. "We're going to the beach. And don't call me princess." I said glaring at him. "Well any chance I have to see your ass in a bikini, I'll take it.... Princess." He said winking at me.

I rolled my eyes and jogged down the stairs. The guys were all sitting in the living room in swim trunks and t-shirts.

"Ready? What's he doing here?" Derrick asked, glaring at Blake. "I, my dear brother, an tagging along on your little adventure." Blake said.