The Fuckgirls' Secret

Page|41: Toasted Hotdogs.

We all eat breakfast made especially by Oliver-who grilled the hotdogs to its finest by toasting it, making the taste delectable and charcoal-like. Bitter to the bits. I choked and thankfully, Jake patted my back until I recovered.

He handed me a glass of water. "Sorry, I overcooked it." Oliver apologized with a sad puppy-eyed look, which Courtney does too-for too many times. I put my thumbs up at him as I drank the water in half.

"We should get into the water now," Alicia suggested, taking a big bite of her apple. Her brown hair, super-long-shiny-unfrizzy..so perfect...Maybe if she needs to cut it I would be too happy to volunteer first.

"Sounds good, babe." Brandon said while smiling at her. My ears burn upon hearing those. I should really talk to him to clear things up. Maybe later would be a good time when no one's around.

"Come on!" Alicia squealed, and it's like the sound of a cat screeching in pain with her high pitch. She pulled her skyblue shirt with a 'U Can't Touch This' wrote on top of her chest off, revealing her hot pink bikini. I glanced at Brandon who was watching her show, then I glanced at Oliver who was busy eating a banana, fiddling with her camera.

Courtney rolled her eyes. Then, I looked at Jake-who was already watching me. I shook my head and smiled at him. Alicia continued with her show and took her super-short-denim shorts, and threw it at Brandon, that landed on his head. He chuckled as he threw it beside him.

"Come on, Brand!" She lured him, and he took his grey shirt off, his muscles clenched at his movement.

"Ew, my cousin..ugh!" Courtney made a disgusting face. Oliver gathered his camera and took a picture of Courtney making disgusting faces. "Hey, stop that!" She said, slapping his arm. "Don't use Wanda for inappropriate uses. You know all you had to do was ask."

Courtney took her shirt and shorts of, a little less dramatic unlike the entrance Alicia made. She posed like a model, her hands on her hips as Oliver took her photos.

"Wow, you're really pretty." Oliver said as he scanned the photos he took.

"You only realized that now? How dare you?" She puts her hand on her heart, mocking him. Her hands grabbed his arm as she dragged him to the water.

"Wait, Court! What about wanda?!" His voice faded in the background.

I watched them get into the clear, blue water. "They're cute together." I glanced at Jake, who's fiddling with his fingers, drawing something on the sand.

"Yeah," He answered. "Why don't you join them?" He frowned, and I know that there's something bugging him.

"Later. Why are you so quiet? What's wrong?" I asked, and his blue eyes found mine. He looked so sad, nothing compared to the Jake I've known.

"You know how I've been wanting to make up with Brandon, and to you...I told you the truth because I am leaving. I'm leaving, after graduation to study in England. And I don't want to leave everything in a mess. I want to apologize to Brandon and you. I'm going to talk to him, that's why I agreed to come here."

My heart stopped beating for seconds. Everything's okay...Everything's going good with me and Jake, then suddenly he's leaving.

I can't speak, but I felt cold-salty tears fell from my eyes. He held both my shoulders and faced me to him. "Don't cry, we'll keep in touch, I promise."

What if. What if. What if. There are so many what if's. I don't wanna say, I just hugged him. Sometimes, words aren't needed to tell a person what you want to say.

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The thought of Jake leaving was still messing with the thoughts in my head. When I pulled away from him, I told him I don't want him to leave. But he said it's for his father, he's taking over their company soon. And I can't compete with that, I just hope he won't forget about me and our friends.

"Wanna go for a swim?" He asked as he took his shirt off, his fine abs glistened with his sweat in the sun. I looked away.

"Uhm, no. I'll stay here."

"Come on, don't kill the joy here, that's what we came here for right? The beach?"

"No, I came here to watch Brandon and Alicia make-out on the sand." I said in my head.

"Still bitter about it, aren't we?" He suddenly asked. "Thinking out loud, eh?"

"Uhm, shit." I murmured.

"Yeah, I came here to watch you, watch them." He smirked, running his hands on his dark-brown hair.

What does that mean? "What?" I asked him, but he shook his head and grabbed my hands and led me near the shore. I saw Brandon and Alicia still making-out, laying on the sand. Oliver and Courtney was playing with a beach ball I hadn't seen earlier. Where did they get that?

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE WEARING, AMY!?" A furious Courtney shouted, both Oliver and her stopped throwing the ball.

I shrugged. "Amy, looks just fine in sweater, Court. Stop being frantic." Alicia yelled too. It sounded like an insult. Brandon stared at us. Jake and me, having a tugging contest.

"Where's the two-piece we bought at Dolce n' Gabbana?" She hissed.

I looked at Jake, who's brows quirked up. "I have them on." Oh, God.. This is worse, embarrassing, and most of all EMBARRASSING.

I had no choice so I remove my sweater over my head, tossing it on the sand, and I pushed my sweatpants off my legs.

I felt naked. I'm only wearing this black and white two-piece, the Dolce n' Gabbana she was talking about. I shivered at wind, Jake grinned as he checked me up and down. I slapped his chest.

"Stop staring!" I hissed at him.

"You...are..so..beautiful." He said softly, only the both of us can hear.

"Wow, impressive, Amy. Now, you don't want to burn that lovely skin, do you? Jakey?" Courtney yelled, the attention was on us.

"Yeah?" He answered, looking at her.

"Why don't you go grab my sunblock, and rub some on Amy's butt!" Courtney shouted again. They played the ball again while laughing.

"That would be great." Jake said.

"What?" I said, shocked.

"Oops, sorry. I mean...Amy's back." Courtney added.

"Right." Jake whispered, shaking his head as he ran back to our camp. I stared at the calmed blue ocean. It's the same color as Jake's pretty eyes. "Got it." He said, holding a blanket and the bottle of sunblock.

"Why do you have to do that? I can do that myself." I whispered to Jake.

"For show." Jake said, as he spare Brandon and Alicia a short glance.

"I thought we were done with that?" I sat on the blanket.

"Lay on you stomach." I obeyed him again. "You should go with the flow. Plus, I'm leaving soon, why not enjoy this while it lasts?" He started massaging my back.

"Wow, this feels good. Can I take you home and keep you forever inside my closet and have this wonderful massage whenever needed?" I said, as his hands glided on my back.

"Really?" He asked, then continued: "Only if you'd give me lots of kitkats, I would trade my lifestyle for that." I glanced at him, and he winked at me.

"You have nice-fine ass, you know?" He said as he pinched my butt-cheeks, making me squirm and sit up. Shit, perverted Jake was now back from hell!

"God, don't do that again!" I slapped his chest, as we both laughed.

"You know you want it."

"Keep your hands to yourself, bad boy." I winked at him, before running to the water.

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