Awaiting Freshman Year

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I pulled up to the beach where my party was going to be taken place. I parked the car glancing at the most beautiful girl that was going be at the party. She is wearing the outfit we picked out at the mall together just for today underneath she wore this cute little black bikini. When she first brought this bikini I thought she looked beautiful in it but now that I know whats underneath the bikini I know she look even more beautiful. I frown as I see her looking in the mirror shaking her head at her appearance.

Nickiee P.O.V

I'm so ugly scratch that I mean fugly (fucking ugly). I say as I put my mirror back in my bag staring at the mat. I don't dare look up because I know Jay was going be looking at me in disapproval he always do that when I talked about my appearance. I wish you stop calling yourself ugly or whatever fugly is you are beautiful and once you accept that everybody else will he said. No they won't because I will always be ugly I said getting out and slamming the car door I don't know why I always get so mad when he complements me. I start walking towards the sandy beach I heard him calling out my name. I mean what don't he get when we go out girls fondle all over him guys don't fuss over me like girls fuss over him I heard him call my name out again I decide to wait for him to catch up. I mean it is his day I guess I can put my insecure thoughts away for a day. I turn around and gazed at him as he walk my way something about his walk get to me. Are you still mad at me he ask smiling as he saw me staring down his six pack no I said lying I can't never stay mad at him especially a bare chest him he pull me in closing the gap between us and kiss me slow and sweet like. Now are you still mad he ask with his lips still near mine I stand on my tippy toes kissing him as I feel his tongue licking on my lip asking for entrance I slowly open up allowing his access as he deepens the kiss. He pulls away first ima take that as a no he say smiling now let's go I can't be late for my own party. He take my hand lacing our fingers together and we walk towards the party.