Echo, Echo

The Boy With the Sunglasses

*AN - this is my second story here (: just wanted to say that if you find my other story boring, this one is a completely different writing style. so please don't judge by the other one

or the few of you that like my other story, don't leave! you might enjoy this one too.

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Chapter One - The Boy With the Sunglasses (Crissa POV)

 

I lifted my free hand to shade the sun from my eyes. My other arm was wrapped around a bright green beach bag filled with suntan lotion, towels, food, and Cokes. "Hey, Ry!" I called ahead to my friend.

Ryze whirled and faced me, her shocking blue eyes squinting. 

"Wait up!" I shouted.

She stopped and let our other friends pass her. I caught up breathlessly, and practically dropped the bag onto her. "Your turn," I grumbled.

Cursing me, she took the bag anyway. It was another two blocks to the pool, and by the time we reached it, the others were already in the pool, splashing, laughing, and scaring each other playfully. Ryze slipped off her bathing suit cover, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and did a cannonball into the middle of the pool.

I sat in one of the chairs by the pool, resting my head back and enjoying the sun. I wasn't quite ready to ruin my eyeliner. I closed my eyes and lost myself in a sort of daydream. I was almost alseep when I heard an unfamiliar voice say, "Excuse me."

I shot up and realized the guy's face was inches from mine. "C-c-can I h-help ya?" I stammered stupidly, still in shock that this gorgeous boy was so close to me.

He smiled, revealing a set of perfectly straight teeth. His eyes were covered by big vintage black sugnglasses, which would've been smart idea. "You looked lonely," he whispered. "Can I join you?"

I was taken aback. Why was such a hot guy approaching me? Especially now, when the humidity was making my hair frizzier than ever, and I hadn't fixed my hair very well that morning. Not to mention... I hadn't tanned or worked out for the summer yet. I was not looking pretty in my pink bikini.

"Sure," I said, fiddling with my hair, trying not to give away how dumb I felt.

"My name's Don," he said calmly, not bothering to ask for mine in return. I couldn't tell whether he was cocky enough to think that I was eager to tell about myself, or if he just didn't care.

"Crissa," I said quietly.

"What?"

"My name is Crissa." I tried to speak up louder.

Don placed his arms behind his head as he settled in the chair next to me. I think he'd imitated me and closed his eyes, but I couldn't see past the glasses.

"Some friends you have, Crissa," he grumbled eventually.

"What are you talking about?"

"They're all having the time of their lives...and you're sitting here all alone. Yet they don't do anything to invite you over."

I scoffed. "They know I'll come when I want to."

"And when is that?" There was a playful tone creeping up in his voice.

I smirked, turning over in the plastic chair so that I was facing him. "When the mysterious boy leaves."

He turned to, but only slightly. "Do you want him to leave?"

Of course not.

"It doesn't really matter," I said nonchalantly.

"Because I think that the mysterious boy is getting bored."

"Oh, really?" I questioned, frowning.

"Yeah, but there's something he wants to do..."

Before I had time to wonder what that was, he picked me up like a baby and tossed me in the pool. I rose to the surface, screaming, "You bastard!" But I had to giggle.

Don howled with laughter, and my friends were chortling almost as much. I whirled to face them and prove that I was laughing with them, not being laughed at, but by the time I turned back around, he was gone.

I climbed out of the pool as my friends returned to the way they were before, and walked into the poolhouse. It was empty, except for a couple making out in the corner. Neither of which was Don.

I was confused, but I shook it off. I sauntered into the bathroom to fix my eyeliner. I groaned as I saw it was everywhere. I leaned into the mirror, and noticed a red blotch on my face. I tried to wipe it away, when I realized it was on the mirror. More crimson slime began to drip from above. I glanced above, and screamed.

There was a corpsed crammed in the loft.