Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

04. The Newbie

CHAPTER 4: The Newbie

The heated waves of steam rolled off each piercing drop of water hits my pale skin and I relish in its power. it was close to mid day when I finally was allowed to take a shower as Samsara tried on her thirty odd dresses. I was simply fine in a long coat and jeans, but she insisted on shorts because the bonfire was close to the beach.

I sigh in the water, rinsing the conditioner from my strands. The second I finish, I then shower, I dry and change, slowly, given I'd really rather not go to this bonfire. I flush on some eyeliner, but it's the most make-up I decide to wear.

The hours run the sun out of the sky so quickly, I had begun to truly hate the ticks of each clock when I tie up my hair in a ponytail, after having brushed its length repetitively, Samsara doesn't bother knocking when she bellows in, in her dark black dress with a low neckline.

"We're going to a bonfire, not a club?" I say in utter confusion, if not a tinge of ghastliness along with it.

She frowns at my hair, "Can't you put it down?"

I shake my head, "No, it'll fly in my face."

It's her turn to shake her head, "You have beautiful hair, Olivine. You should flaunt it."

"The way you're trying with that dress right now?" I ask her incredulously, slipping my phone into my back jeans pocket as I pull a transparent black cardigan over my dark jade green slim, long sleeved shirt and ripped jean shorts.

"I am not trying to accent anything." She insists but, I merely raise both my eyebrows as she pulls at my hand down the stairs.

"But, that's the only thing you're doing in that dress." I tell her, truthfully and she waves me off.

"We've been here for a month now, Olivine and the only friend you hang out with is me." She tries to prove a point.

I don't see any point.

I still had yet to look into those damn files before the weekend was over.

I barely had time to think over it when suddenly we were forced into a long crowd that was slowly flowing to the beach, Latin music was focused on the large staged bass.

The feel of the dagger in my boots was prominent as I side glance the multiple cake stands, the glowing lights and the incessant screams that make my ears fuzz to a bearable uncomfortableness that I enforce Samsara to move forward.

The beats were shaking in rhythms that my heart was trying to keep up to in my chest, the odd firework would light the sky like an airplanes glowing lights. The stars weren't as visible in the dark brown rivets above. Samsara seemed to hug one of her colleagues when she walks pass them with a couple laughs. They were huddled close by their own little bonfire.

She quickly grabs us two cold soda's from a chilly bin next to the ones she'd shared hugs with, only when I take my first sip, she's suddenly offered a hand by a male in her group. An upbeat female singer comes on, a song about being more than friends if I'm listening to the lyrics properly when her entire group stands to join them on the crowded dance floor.

I take one look at sand covered dance floor and know already that I didn't want to join, when suddenly my eye catches Reynolds who swings his hips wildly along with Madison who's currently dry humping between Branson and Harrison, by the looks of it.

That's when I see him.

His dark midnight hair doesn't move due to its straightness as he swings his own hips in the rhythm, only he's not really dancing with any girls, he's just dancing with his team is all I see. He wears a singlet shirt and basic shorts, each piece of clothing accents his biceps and clad best. Each have a red cup in their hand.