One Summer

Chapter Two

Okay, so here's what you should know about me. My name is Jessica Williams. I'm a going to be a sophomore in high school this coming fall. I'm probably the palest person ever. For example, even the palest of the pale makeup foundations are too dark for my skin tone. I'm basically the only fifteen-year old I know without an iPhone, I have a crappy prepaid phone. I absolutely hate coffee, and I'm not obsessed with One Direction and cats. So I guess you could say I'm not your average American white girl.

After driving for 13 hours in the car from Cleveland, Ohio to Maine; I was oh so relieved to finally see the "Welcome to Old Orchard Beach" sign. In my opinion, this place is amazing. There's an amusement park, lots of tourist shops, shirtless guys (not that I care, since I have a boyfriend and all...), and of course, a beach that goes on for miles. We usually rent out an apartment or condo right on the beach.

The minivan came to an abrupt halt at front of a cute little yellow condominium, with daisies lining each window. My mother squealed with excitement, "Oh my goodness, it's perfect!" My older brother, Mike, groaned, as did I. I couldn't say I was too happy with the annoyingly peppy mood my mother was in, when I was in such a rotten one, due to being away from Jackson and all my friends.

We all got out of the car and stretched our legs. I inhaled deeply, taking in the welcoming scent of the salt water. I walked around to the back of the car and opened the trunk to grab my bags. It was really hard to pack for the whole entire summer, but I managed.

I managed to lug two of my bags to the pastel green front door, and oh my lord, I instantly dropped them both. My eyes widened and I could feel my cheeks flush, because out of the side of the condo that wasn't ours was the most gorgeous boy I'd ever seen. He looked to be about my age, maybe a year or two older. The smoldering hot sun reflected off of his shiny blackish-brown hair, and there was nothing I'd rather do than run my fingers through it. He turned around and my god, that boy had the bluest eyes. They were the prettiest shade of blue, they reminded me of the ocean.

"Jessica, what the hell?" Mike asked as he shoved past me into the condo. I came to the realization that I was blatantly checking this stranger, and apparently our neighbor, out. I blushed crimson. The stranger smirked at me, and then pointed to one of my bags, still laying on the stoop.

"Uh, I think you dropped something." He said in that way only overly-conceited guys can, with that rude undertone and conceited smile. In that very moment I decided to hate him, pretty boys like him were never any good. I hastily picked up my bags, and glared at him. Too bad my glare was directed at the back of his head, he'd already begun to walk away.

I didn't even get a name.