PART 4:
"So.." Niall said trying to start a conversation. "How old are you?" He was playing with a rock in the sand.
"Seventeen. Eighteen in two days. What about you?" I replied.
"I turned Eighteen a week ago." I was about to keep the conversation going when a girl walked by in the smallest bikini I had ever seen. "What a slut." I thought and rolled my eyes.
"NIALL!!!" she squealed and ran over to him. He stood up and hugged her. "Hey Rosie." he said obviously really embarrassed. He looked over at me and mouthed the words
"Sorry." I could tell he really meant it though, which is the only reason I stayed.
"Oh." the girl said in disgust looking down at me. "Well this is awkward." she said again with the teeth clenched. I stood up and grabbed my stuff, because I was about ready to punch this chick in the face.
"Wait." Niall said. "Savvy this is Rosie, my Ex-Girlfriend." he said emphasising the "Ex", which clearly made her more annoyed.
"Nice to meet you." I said emotionlessly while slinging my bag over my shoulder. "Bye Niall." I said looking back over my shoulder at him. I walked toward the street where my shiny red convertible was parked. I put my stuff in the back and threw on my light blue sundress. My phone buzzed. It was a text from Anabelle, the girl I met at the bar last night, where I probably shouldn't have been. But I mean, I'm Eighteen in two days. Does it really matter? It said, "Hey Sav! Meet me at Starbucks in twenty??" I texted back, "Yea no problem. Drinks on me ;)"
