OCEAN EYES (ENG)

CHAPTER II

It's been about ten minutes since I left dad's house when I start to see some people enjoying the beach. Some are swimming in the cold water, some are simply sunbathing. I feel two pairs of piercings eyes staring at me; two girls whisper god knows what in each other's ears and laugh. I know they're laughing at me, making fun of me, I get it. I'm used to it. If that's what being different comes with, I take it.

I see a carnival near the beach; a typical one, with a merry-go-round, a Ferris wheel and tons of different stalls. It's really crowded. I take my black jacket off and decide on buying something sweet to fulfill my summer carvings.

- Hi, can I help you? - a teen dressed in a stupid uniform making some sugar cotton stares at me through the counter.

- Strawberry shake. - I simply respond.

I give her the money in exchange of the cool milky cup and I decide to walk around the carnival. I pass by a large amount of people shouting and laughing at something, some kind of show, I guess, but since I hate crowds I decide to head down to a less busy place.

There's a volleyball match going down at the beach. I'm just sipping my drink and looking at the sea when someone bumps into me, making me fall to the ground and getting the goddamn milkshake all over my body.

- Oh... I'm sorry. – he laughs, looking at my damp shirt- You okay?

People laugh around us. How great. I sigh, looking at the stupid volleyball player who just threw me to the ground. He's pale, too pale to be a volleyball player on the beach. He's wearing red swim trunks and a pair of black sunglasses. When he takes them off I see a pair of ocean eyes staring right through me. Beautiful eyes. He's the typical hot guy... summing it up, the type of guy I'm not into. He looks at me, not really sure what to say next.

- Cool. - I sigh, ignoring his help and getting up- But it'd rather drink my milkshake than wear it. I'm fine.

- I'm sorry. - he says again whit a smirk on his face.

- You look it. - I spit sarcastically, getting the sticky drink out of my hair- Forget it.

- Hey look! - he shouts, following me when I start walking away- I really am sorry.

- Didn't we just do this? - I ignore the fact that he's walking by me.

- I'm Matthías, by the way. Let me buy you another shirt.

- No, thanks, I'm good. - I keep on walking.

- Come on! I'm just practicing southern hospitality.

- Oh really? Is that what they call hitting on strangers now?

- You know what. - he stops walking- I have no interest in buying you a shirt.

- Is that so? - not surprised.

- I'm just over here so the other team can catch their breath.

- Wow. - I fake a smile- Pushy and conceited.

- Why don't you come watch? - he propounds. I roll my eyes.

- I'll pass.

When I finally get rid of the annoying southern dude the sun starts to set, and the lights of the carnival flicker above the dark blue sky. I see a shabby t-shirt stall on a gangway and decide to take a look. Maybe I'll find something to change into and finally get rid of the sticky milkshake tank top I'm still wearing thanks to the charming –note my sarcasm- Matthías.