The Girl Next Door

Chapter 3

*Emilianas POV*

I was currently in black shorts, a white tank top, & black sandals. My hair was pulled up into a bun, & no makeup was on my face.

I was driving to Stars house, to pick her up. We're going to the beach & having a picnic. The perks of living in Florida. My bikini was under my clothes, & it was a black strapless top, black bottoms with a bow on the left.

I pulled up to a rather large townhouse, which was painted light blue. I walked down the stone path, past the overly green grass, & the rose bushes that lined the path.

Her house was very different from my home. I lived in a large white Victorian house, that had really green grass. All the houses in my neighborhood were Victorian.

Dasias house was a red Victorian home that had lillies lining the house. It was almost as beautiful as she was. Wait what? Why in the hell am I thinking about Dasia? I'm on a date with fucking Star.

Knock Knock. My fist rapped on the door, & a second later Star answered the door.

"Hey Em." She said, trying to hide her enthusiasm but failing miserably.

"Hey Star." I smiled, as she grabbed her red beach bag & closed the door.

We walked my Mazda, & I opened the door for her.

I examined her outfit, & she looked beautiful. She was wearing a blue bikini top & light colored ripped shorts. White flip flops were showing her polished blue toenails.

Her braces glimmed as the sunlight reflected off of the silver braquets. I pulled out the driveway as Star kept stealing glances at me.

We began talking & flirting, until my phone buzzed showing it was a text message. There was no code on my phone so she read it.

It was from Dasia.

Star got very upset with me.

Frown.

"Why is she texting you?" Star demanded.

"She's my neighbor & friend," I said, pulling into a parking space.

Her lips pursed, as she fiddled with her thumbs. Refusing to look at me, she opened her door & grabbed her bag.

Dude, what's happening? I ran a finger through my chocolate hair, & sighed. I grabbed the picnic basket, towel, & beach bag. I walked over to a great spot, & spread the towel.

We sat down & I looked at Star.

"What's wrong?" I asked, as I lifted her face up with my fingertips.

"Nothing," She said, still not looking at me.

I gave her the 'NUUUUUH, girl I ain't taking that.' look & she sighed.

"Dasia.. She.. She is a bad person. She ruined my life.." Star said, sniffling.

"How?" I asked, running my thumb along her jaw bone.

"I'll tell you when I think it's the right time."

I nodded, before standing up.After helping her up, I stripped off my shorts, at the same time Star did.

I had a 6 pack, & a muscular frame for a girl. Star had a 4 pack but no muscles.

Surprisingly, by at 1:00 in the afternoon the beaches weren't filled.

I skipped gracefully over to Star, & picked her up by legs.

"What are you doing?" She said, giggling hard.

"You'll see."

"Oh God, you're throwing me in the water aren't you?"

"Maybe, Maybe not." I smirked

I jogged to the cold ocean water & tossed her in. Her screams filled the rather silent air. I laughed so hard my sides ached. I helped her out the water, & she hit me.

I wiped her face with a towel, & smiled at her brightly. She scowled at me, & stuck her tongue out at me. I snapped at her tongue, & she sucked it back in.

I opened my beach bag, & Star peeked in being nosey. I grabbed my volleyball, & stared at her.

"Wanna play?" I ask, gesturing to the court that wasn't to far away.

"Hell yeah, get ready to get served." She said, smirking.

"Never." I said, as I ran over to the net claiming the right side.

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I served the ball, & Star hit it back, I ran over & hit the ball over the net. She hit it softly, & I punched the ball over her the net, hitting it over her head.

"Out." She yelled, sticking her tongue out.

"16 to 15." She said. I ran over to the ball that laid in the sand. I served it, & she hit it back. We hit it back & forth until it hit the ground on my side.

"17 to 15." I said, sighing.

"I'm hungry." She said, eying the picnic basket.

I got the ball, & walked back over to the picnic basket & swooped it up, just as she reached for it.

"Asshole." She mumbled.

I giggled as I opened the basket.

2 Turkey sandwiches.

2 Ham sandwiches.

2 peaches.

2 fruit cocktail cups.

2 plastic spoons.

2 pudding cups.

2 jello cups.

2 Brisk.

I smiled slightly as I looked up & saw her already munching on a sandwich. Her red hair blew in the wind. I grabbed a peach, & started munching on it. Deliciously Crunch.

"Emiliana?" I heard a familiar voice yell, "Is that you?"

Shit, Dasia. I whirled around, & saw her skipping towards me with a smile on her face. Star froze before crawling over, & jumping on my back. I stood up, & she hung on tightly, making it known that we were together at the beach.

She stood there in front of me, in really short jean shorts, a white tank top, no shoes, no beanie, no makeup. My eyes wandered her body until she cleared throat.

Her eyes flickered through me & Star.

"What are you doing, Em?" Dasia asked me, anger prominent in her voice & her eyes flashed hurt.

"On a date with Star." I said, blinking at her.

"Why?"

"Because I like her?" I said, making it sound like a question.

Hurt flashed so strong in her eyes, it made my heart sink. But then I remembered she wasn't gay. I am getting tired of her games.

"Stop playing with me, Dasia. You're not gay so why do you look so hurt? or even care who I date?" I said, shaking slightly.

Her mouth opened & closed like a fish before she looked mad.

"I don't." She said, stomping away.

Star got off my back, & sat down & resumed eating like nothing happened. I did the same, confused about what happened. My heart ached because I felt bad that I did that.

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