Beach Body

Hello Hollywood

Georgia Hydes' P.O.V:
I had had enough of unpacking box upon box of my pretty much useless stuff, over the last couple of days. When I was packing my stuff, in England, I probably hadn't thought about the fact that my jeans, hoodies and jumpers were completely useless in 40 degree heat. I guess I hadn't thought it would be quite this hot. Sure, it's August and it was bound to be hot but I suppose that didn't register in my mind when I was packing for Hollywood.
I was probably too focused on the fact that I had been offered a full scholarship to the university of California. I never thought I'd actually get a place but when the letter came through in the post, I just got so excited that I dumped all of my stuff in boxes and got on the first plane out here, so I could get settled.

I'd been skyping my parents on a daily basis and they kept telling me how proud they were, of me, but I still miss them and England- even if the population does consist of a bunch of moaners who are getting fatter every year.

So anyway, bored with unpacking, I decided to take a walk down to the beach as it wasn't far from the campus. I had a whole apartment to myself so I didn't have to worry about disturbing anyone when I got back.

Just as I was in my own world, I heard the unmistakable beep of my phone, notifying me of a text message. I clicked the screen to read that I had a picture message from my best friend Julie Spence. Curious as to why she'd risk getting yelled at, for sending me a message from England, just so I could see a picture, I opened the message.

When I saw the picture of Andre Mason, posed in army uniform for a photo shoot, with a message that read "message me asap if you ever see him!" I just huffed out of frustration. Sure, the guy was famous, had tonnes of hits and had been in tonnes of Oscar nominated films, but the guy was a douchebag.

I just don't see what girls see in him. He is a total bad boy and that does not make him sexy or cool. It just makes him annoying and a bad role model for his younger fans. I tell you, if I were famous, if I could ever get past my shyness, I would never act as ridiculous as he does.

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Walking onto the warm sand of the beach, my flipflops hanging from my fingers, at the knuckles. Even if it twilight was only just upon us, it being early evening, I really was not used to it ever being this hot. Secure in my knowledge that the beach was empty, which I thought odd for it being only 7PM (but I reminded myself I was in a completely different country, so they probably did things a little different here), I took off my tank top. I was enjoying walking on the damp part of the sand, feeling the breeze from the waves of the sea, I even closed my eyes to take in the full breeze. 

I didn't know how long I'd been stood there for but I suddenly had the panic that I was supposed to skype my parents at 9 and it was already 8.30Pm, with still another thirty minute walk back to my apartment.

Turning swiftly, I was startled by bumping into something rock hard and towering above me. I looked up, slowly, to see the face of my nighmares, himself- Andre Mason... and his sharp eight pack poking out from his tanned chest.

I jumped at the sound of a low, husky voice speaking. "Like what you see?"

I scoffed at his arrogance. Even on first meeting someone, he can't help but be big headed (that's what she said. Shut up brain! ). I could think of many things I wanted to say to the arrogant S.O.B, now that I had the chance, but my damned shyness acted up and all the words got caught in my throat, my face going hot and red. So I did the only thing I could think of that would avoid any awkward situations. I ran.

I felt the sand being kicked up my legs as I ran back to the main road. I could hear his calls behind me to wait. "I only want to talk" he called out. I huffed. "Yeah. That's what you want me for" I thought. He must be stupid if he thinks nobody knows about his reputation. That would be the understatement of the year. Everybody knows about his daily dose of women and how he treats them, breaking each and every heart as if he didn't own one himself.
I almost made it to the main road, but I stubbed my toe on a damned rock. It was so bloody painful that even walking on it was hard. So I gave up. I sank down into the sand, resting my throbbing toe. As expected, Andre Mason caught up with me. Unlike me, though, he had hardly gotten breathless from the running. I mean, I know I'm not the best runner but come on! He acted like all he did was walk over here! Arrogant bastard.

He's one of those annoying, arrogant types. The ones who are arrogant without even realising they're being arrogant. It's become so natural for them to be arrogant bastards that they don't even recognise any wrongdoing, anymore.

"Why did you run from me?" He asked, amused.
"Why did you talk to me?" I threw back.