Skylar hated that her parents split up, she hated that she had to live with her mother, she hated that she had to move to a different part of the world, she hated her mothers new girlfriend, but mostly, she hated her son.
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WAR...
"I will kill you." I say as Zak brings a small crab over to me. "It's not going to hurt you." Zak smiles, "Yeah but I'm going to hurt you if you bring that closer to me." I say, scooting away from him. Jordan went to the bathroom and Owen is down by the water, yelling at a seagull trying to take some of his fry's. "I'm going to go get changed." I say, standing up, grabbing my bag. "Okay, hurry up." He says, speaking with the crab he had in his hand. I can't get over what Jordan said, that Zak and Harry use to be friends.
Very good friends.
I walk into the bathroom, quickly getting a stall and entering, changing into my bathing suit, a two piece that I should probably not be wearing but I'm going to anyway, because fuck everyone. Once I have my bathing suit on I pull an over sized band shirt over it and walk out, checking myself in the mirror. The bruise on my face is almost gone completely. I look at my legs and the scars littering them and I freeze, I forgot about them. I don't want Zak or the twins seeing them thinking I'm some kind of freak. I sigh and lean against the sink, what am I going to do?
"Fuck it, they aren't that bad." I say to myself, trying to hype myself up. I pull the shirt up, maybe I can distract them with my cleavage? I laugh, exiting the bathroom and walk over to the boys, Jordan was spread out on the big towel Owen got and Zak was busy rubbing in some lotion to stop the sun from burning the shit out of him. "Would you do my back?" He ask when I reach him, "Sure." I say, taking the bottle and putting some on my hand, rubbing it into his back. Jordan sits up and I look over to him, catching his expression when he sees my legs, no judgement anywhere on his face, when our eyes met he offered me a small smile, I return it and look away quickly.
"I'll do yours as well." Zak offered, looking back at me over his shoulder. "Sure." I say softly, suddenly feeling self conscious that I have to remove my shirt. I finish his back and quickly pull my shirt over my head, wanting the shock of me wearing a bikini to go fast. Zak clears his throat, "I like your bikini." His voice is a bit deeper as he rubs the lotion on my back, goosebumps erupt all over my body when his hands move over my hips.
"You rubbing in the lotion or giving her a free massage?" Jordan asks. "Both." Zak answers and I laugh. "My turn." Owen yells when he runs up to us, quickly removing his shirt and almost tripping over his own feet, I giggle at him. "Nice." He says when his eyes land on me, openly checking me out. "Rude." Zak scoffs, hitting his brother. "Now you can put on your own lotion." Owen makes a whining noise, definitely the goofball of the family. I was busy laughing at their bickering when strong arms picked me up over a shoulder and I yelled. "Jordan what the fuck! Put me down." I scream, he's running now, hands gripping my thighs tightly so I won't fall. Suddenly my body collides with ice cold water, I come back to the surface and Jordan's laughing his head off. I splash him with water, "Jerk!" I yelled, trying not to laugh. He swims closer to me, water peaceful, not a single big wave. I laugh when he's close to me.
"You're cute when you're mad." He smiles, moving some hair out of my face. I laugh, "Yeah whatever." I smile, "That's really is a cute bikini." He motions to my bikini and smile. I blush. "Thanks."
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