Scarlett
I never realized how difficult it could be to read while four fine shirtless men run around you. Gatsby's and Daisy's lovers' quarrel is no match for the sight in front of me. I try my best to stay focus on Gatsby's never-ending love for Daisy but once I realize that I've read the same paragraph at least ten times without making any progress I give up and give into temptation. Hiding behind my oversized sunglasses, I take in the sight in front of me.
Lucas is shirtless and let's just say that his body is as perfect as his face. He has a perfectly chiseled six-pack, broad shoulders, and a strong back indicating that he's probably played a sport in high school. His calves are nicely toned, and he has a cute little butt. He built but not too built that he looks "jacked." You can tell that he works out a lot to maintain his physique. His shorts are hanging dangerously low and show off a very defined V line with a sprinkling of dark hair under his belly button that dips into his shorts. Lucas has been swimming, and his shorts are sticking to his legs and um...other lower extremities. My curiosity beats out my morals, and I can't help but notice that he's working with a lot. Lucas further cements my idea that he is a modern-day reincarnation of Adonis.
After a while even gawking at the guys gets boring. Lauryn, Heather, and Juliette were all laying out in the sun, working on their tans, but now they're gossiping about girls they went to high school with, while still working on their tans. Lauryn tries to include me in the conversation, but it's hard to hold a conversation about people you don't know or care about. The guys just finished a game of volleyball and are starting up a game of football and I decide that I can't stay in the corner with the girls any longer. I whip my shirt off, slide off my shorts and pray that the swimsuit isn't as revealing as I feel it is.
It's not that I'm insecure about my body. I know I'm not the skinniest girl out there. I have thick thighs that love being together and a bubble butt covered in stretch marks thanks to puberty. My tummy isn't the flattest, and my boobs aren't jugs more like cups. I'm curvy with a relatively small waist, but that's about it. Plus I'm short. When I was younger, I was extremely insecure about all my flaws. I hated my butt. I hated my boobs. I basically hated myself, but once I got older, I learned to love them all from my stretch marks to my B cup boobs, and even my scars.
I jog up to the guys, who are gazing at me intently. A brief wave of insecurity passes through me, but I quickly brush it off. The one thing I can't brush off, however, is the way Lucas looks at me. His gaze rakes over my body and lingers a few moments longer than the other guys does. I feel like he can see all the flaws I've learned to love. If it weren't for my complexion, I would be bright red under his scrutiny.
"What's up Scarlett? What do you need?" Lucas questions when he brings his eyes back up to mine. Embarrassment creeps up onto his face as he rubs the back of his neck and I thank god once again for blessing me with dark skin.
"I'm getting on in the game."
"We're playing football sweetie not cheerleading." Alex snarkily replies, while staring me down.
"I'm aware that you're playing football that's why I came over here. If you were cheerleading, I would have stayed sitting in the sand and watched you shake your ass." I cross my arms over my chest and stare back at him. I stared off bigger guys than Alex, so his tough guy act does nothing for me.
"Just go back and gossip with the girls and let the men play. Mm, kay?"
"Wow, misogynist much. You must be single. All that pent up anger towards women isn't good."
"Listen here you little bi-" Alex starts up, but Lucas quickly cuts him off before he can finish his sentence, which was good for Alex because if he were to have finished his sentence, I would've kicked his ass.
