My house is within walking distance of the beach. So after school, I decided to go there, alone. Even though it's not hot, or that warm since it's October 1st today. But I wasnt going for a swim. Just a walk on the beach.
I was dressed in one of my dad's plain white t shirts, so it stretched down just a little past my bum. But so I wouldnt be exposing anything, I had on some black butt shorts under the shirt.
My hair, which was curly and down at school, was now in a messy ponytail with about a trillion little strings falling out of the hair wrapper. But I didnt care.
I got to the beach to see that, even though it's not beach weather, a good amount of people were there. There was even a bunch of teenagers I recognized from school playing beach volleyball in the sand.
I walked over to the game and stood from a good distance, watching them. It was girls VS guys; just a fun game. Some of the girls shot me dirty looks for some reason, but I just shoved them off.
Then they began whispering to each other, giggling, and they turned to me. I was prepared for whatever smart comment they had to tell me.
"Hey there, Charlie," one girl said. Her red hair was down her back and was wavy. Her dark brown eyes stared at me with phony friendness.
"How do you know my name?" I asked her, confused. She looked a bit familiar, but I dont even know her name.
"Dont you know me from school?" she asked me, confused.
I gaved her a sideways look and shook my head no. She glared at me, looking a little hurt. But quickly composed herself.
"Well, I'm cheerleading captain," she started. I held up my hand so she'd stop talking and nodded. I know why I dont know her.
Abby and I are the smart girls. We stay far away from any cheerleaders. And that leads to less drama in your life.
Every girl should try doing that... actually, every human being should try doing that.
"Enough said," I told her.
She looked back at the game. The guys were watching us have this conversation. Some were angry the game had stopped; others were just admiring the half dressed girls that stood before them, and that included me.
"Would you like to join the game?" a blonde beside the red head asked me. Honestly, they looked more like models than students.
I sighed. "Weren't you guys just glaring at me?" I asked.
"Honestly, we were. But that's only because you look like a much better volleyball player than us and we got jealous. That's it."
I sighed. I'm not even sure if I know how to play volleyball.
It cant be that hard, though. All you gotta have is quick reflexes and hit the ball when it comes to you. Seems easy enough.
"Ok," I agreed, sliding my black shades up on my head. The red head and blonde smiled as they lead me to the game.
"By the way, I'm Maria," the red head with dark brown eyes told me. "And she's Brooke." She pointed to the petite blonde.
I just nodded since they already knew my name, somehow. The guys were completely checking me out and I recognized them as jocks.
I got in position for the first hit and the guy hit it so soft, it's a miracle it got over the net.
I sighed, catching the ball in annoyance. Although I'm not sure I know how to play, I wanted a better hit than that.
"C'mon, idiot. I'm a girl, not your grandma," I told him with a smirk. His guy friends just laughed and he stared at me, a little surprised. "Hit it like you've got some balls."
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Playing The Player (Discontinued)
Teen Fiction"I bet you 50 bucks, I can get Asher James to fall in love with me." "I'll give you 100 bucks if you can make him fall in love with you AND get him to stop being such a douche bag." And that's how it all started. This story is Copyrighted ©