You Were Right

Enjoyable Beach Time?

Y/N's P.O.V

It's Friday and I have a day off of work, thank goodness! I really need some time to just relax if you know what I mean. Ya I might get to do what I like to do everyday, draw, but it can get seriously stressful! Because you always have to hope that you don't slip up or hope that the customer likes your work, you know? Anyways I decided to take a day off and relax at the beach and hope to not get harassed while trying to enjoy myself. I have high hopes if I'm hoping I won't get teased today, it practically happens whenever I'm out of the house,  I get abused by people I don't even know. I have no idea their reasons but I spend about 25% of my day, each day, trying to figure it out. I have resolved that it's just all the scars, bruises, cuts, and the fact that I know I'm completely ugly. [A/N] You are all very wonderful and beautiful people and I feel horrible for writing it but for the stories sake... The only people who dont yell at me are my co-workers and my customers.

I decided to wear a bikini that was neon pink with neon green and yellow fringes and ties. Bright, perky, and cute, the complete opposite of my glum and ugly self. I pulled my Y/H/C (Your hair color) into a high ponytail. I pulled on a slightly over sized black tank top and put on a pair of black wayfarer styled sunglasses. I slid my feet into my neon green sandals made of plastic. I grabbed my beach bag that contained beach towel to lay on, another towel for when I get out of the water, umbrella, sunscreen, my phone, and a few alcoholic drinks. Let's just say you are of age if your not! I hopped into my jeep placing my bag on the passenger seat. Off I go to the beach to have a -hopefully- good time. I turned on the radio and started listening to country music.

~Time skip because I don't want to bore you guys half to death!~

As I arrived to the sandy shores I parked my car in the sand dusted parking lot. As I got out of the car I took a deep breath in and letting the salty air intoxicate me. I grabbed my bag and keys and went to find a spot to camp for the day. I found a spot near a few other people's set ups. The one to my left had an old couple sun tanning together, cute. To right was a smaller set up compered to the person to left but at the moment not occupied. The owner must have been in the water. I took out my bigger beach towel and spread it across the hot sand. I popped open my F/C (favorite color) umbrella and anchored it into the sand. I took my other nicely folded towel and placed it on top of the towel I have previously spread out to use as a pillow. I gave myself a thin coating of sunscreen before lying down with my drink in my hand and country music playing gently from my phone. 

It's been about an hour and I haven't been bother by anyone... It's kinda of nice...

Well I guess I spoke to soon because as soon a the thought passed my mind I got a face full of sand and heard snickers as the sand kickers walked off. I shook of the sand, it wasn't really a big deal considering what I have been through. But what got to me more was that my drink was now mixed with a bunch of sand, dang it! These things cost money you know! I looked up to that the people to my right were drying themselves from the salty water. They must have missed what happened because they weren't snickering at what just happened.  Actually the one with what seemed to be dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes... wait what! I stopped myself from daydreaming before I got attached because the two were probably about to burst out laughing at me. As I was saying I was surprised that the brown haired boy had a look of concern and confusion. He had clearly seen what happened but the other one with blonde hair and really tall, I wasn't so sure about. I didn't want sympathy from them so I just glanced at him saying "It's nothing, they were probably just messing around." With that he nodded and continued  to talk to his friend about their own personal business. Though I swear I kept feeling glances from the brown hair boy. He was probably just planning to do something just as stupid to me and was giving me false hope. 

About 15 minutes later of still just laying their enjoying peace and quiet I hear the blonde boy next to me speak up. I know it's rude to eavesdrop but this is what I heard:

"Hey queen I'm gonna head home, okay? Can you catch an Uber or something because I know you really want to stay." 

"Yeah sure, no problem. See you at our apartment" stated the brunette. With that the tall one left leaving the brown eyed one by himself.

Another 15 minutes past when I heard rustling from my right and I peaked over my glasses to see the boy walking back down to the water. He was kinda scrawny, but it fit him and his few cute tattoos. He was cute all around but will I ever have a chance with him? Hell no. I am a girl who deserved nothing for any of her life accomplishments because I had none. He was probably some sort of really sweet and nice guy that didn't deserve me at all. He was way out my league, he was hot, I am not. We were polar opposites most likely.  For all I know he could be gay! Damn. I need to stop getting my hopes up because I can't keep tearing myself down.

~10 minutes later~

I am getting bored of laying here so I turned off my phone, put it in my bag and decided to head down to the water. I was almost there when out the corner of my eye I spotted the same gang that kicked sand at me. I rolled my eyes but in the process of doing so I got tripped by them avi-ously doing it on purpose. I hit the wet sand face first shoving my glasses against my nose and leaving my face with sand burn that hurt like hell. They snickered and ran off as I roll over to only to notice a sharp pain on my forehead just the the right of my right eye. At that instant I looked at the ground that had my face imprinted in it to see a sharp edge of a shell facing up right where I thought the cut was. I sigh as I rolled myself completely over only to see a hand extended towards you. It was the brown hair boy that was sitting next to you up at your umbrella.

"Hey are you okay?" he asked. His voice was high for a boy. 

"Yeah I'm fine, thanks." I say as I take his extended hand. He helped me up and handed my glasses to me that I didn't even notice that I dropped. You looked up into his glimmering eyes that were filled with concern.

"Really? Because it looks like you got a cut right about there," He said sarcastically as he gently tapped my cut. "It's not bleeding much really. You know it probably feels worse than it looks." I giggle a bit at his comment.

"Yeah it's not definitely the worse thing that's happened to me. It's really not that bad, I'll survive." I reply. He chuckles.

"I'm sure you will. By the way I'm Mitch." he warmly says to me as he extends his hand to shake mine.

"Well Mitch, I'm Y/N." I state as I shake his hand. He than glances at my legs and stomach. A concerned face then overcomes his welcoming one. I look down to see myself covered in sand.

"Come on let's get you cleaned off!" Mitch says as a smirk wipes onto his face. I look at him with a 'what are you about to do' look. His smirk turns into a grin as he picks me up and runs forward enough so when he throws me I land in the water with a splash, of course me screaming from the second he picked my up. We start laughing our heads off.  I stop as an evil smirk over comes me while Mitch is still chuckling. I decide to start tickling his exposed ribs.

"No, NO, NOOOO! STOP IT!" Mitch screams. I take about another ten seconds to continue tickling him. 

When I stop I mumble loud enough for Mitch to hear, "Was only revenge..."

He rolls his eyes at me saying "Very funny."

[A/N] I will try to update tomorrow but I'm very busy. Anyways keep livin your awesome lives!