Don't Do It

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Warning: This chapter consists of graphic sexual imagery.

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•Jake's POV•

As I'm passing a beach hut, I look to the side and perceive a red head staring at me. She checks me out, giving me the once over and not bothering to hide it. She smiles, obviously because she likes what she sees.

I don't even know what's so attractive about my attire: I'm wearing black shorts and a navy blue muscle vest. Or maybe, it's not the attire she's taken a shine to.

It's my good looks, as always.

Smirking, I look away and pretend as if I never saw her. I mean, yeah, she checked me out and, yeah, she's pretty. She also seems like the type of girl who loves to have fun, considering her short skirt and bikini top.

But I'm into blondes, even though I'm not blonde myself.

It's just something I've never strayed from. And I'm fully aware that there are some girls who are so desperate, they dye their hair just so I can even glance at them. That only goes to show how important I am to them.

Blondes, to me, are very sexual human beings and they know how to keep things going strong in the bedroom.

And the blonde I'm currently into, is Arianna Mitchell.

In the hopes of finding her, I walk through the crowd of teenagers dancing wildly. Some are grinding, some are making out very passionately, some are flirting whilst touching each other in sexual places.

That's what being a teen is all about these days — going with the flow a.k.a peer pressure.

Even though you know in your right mind that you're not supposed to be doing something, you'll go ahead and do it if other people are also doing it.

I spot Arianna's friend talking to Ben. I think her name is Marissa or something along the lines of that. I really don't give a fuck about people who I don't care about.

And anyway, the attention she's drawing to herself is not the good kind. She's wearing a huge floppy hat which is totally irrelevant because the sun has already set.

Stupid bitch.

Rolling my eyes, I carry on sauntering, my flip-flops getting filled with tiny grains of sand. I shake my feet roughly to get rid of the sand. As I'm doing this, I see a couple sitting underneath a palm tree on a large towel, facing the beach.

The girl is between the boy's legs, her back against his bare chest and his arms around her waist. I stop moving immediately, not bothering to hide since they're so focused on each other.

I also notice that the girl I'm looking for . . . is in his arms.

My heart stops beating when the guy leans down to plant a kiss on Arianna's soft lips, engulfing her in an overwhelming and deep kiss.

I turn around and go back in the direction that I came from, my jaw taut and my heart shattered. I finally know how the girls I've cheated on, with another girl in front of them, feel. It feels awful, and as though I'm not good enough.

Now I know why she cried that day when I kissed her. She has a boyfriend.

That pretty much translates into game over for me.

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•Arianna's POV•

"So what's the reason behind this beach party, babe?" Dylan asks while his chin is resting on my shoulder, his arms snaking around my small waist. My hair is covering my other shoulder.