Olivia Martin thought she'd only ever need 3 things to survive her 4 years at California State University:
Her Friends, Good Grades and Photography.
But after meeting an irresistable footballer, Noah McCoy, she added two more things to her list; Noa...
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"Do I have to?" I asked for the hundredth time since we got back to the flat.
Naomi, Lydia and I decided to rent a flat together last year after living in dorms for like 2 weeks. We hated it and we were always together anyway. Plus, what's better than living with your best friends?
"Yes. Now hurry and put some shoes on so we can leave." Lydia said, waiting at the door with Naomi.
It's not that I didn't want to go to the bonfire. I was just in a really lazy mood and I just wanted to throw on one of Isiah's over-sized sweatshirts and watch Friends re-run on the couch all night.
Arguing with Lydia and Naomi has never really been a successful task so I'm well aware that I don't have a say in the matter.
"You look hot as hell. Why wouldn't you wanna go out?" Naomi complimented me on my outfit. See. This is what they do in an attempt to persuade me to do something. They throw compliments at me and somehow it works.
My outfit for tonight is a white spaghetti strap tie-front crop top and matching white shorts with frills. I decided to wear my hair down and completed the look with a necklace Naomi bought for my birthday last year and a pair of brown lace-up sandals.
"Thanks. I was torn between this and just sweatshirt n shorts but I think I made the better choice." I say smiling at them. I stuffed my phone and other necessities into my purse. "Okay. Now I'm ready."
Lydia led the way out of the flat while Naomi locked to door. Now looking at what my two best friends are wearing, I can see that we are all kinda matching in white tops. Naomi and Lydia are both wearing denim shorts however and they both look pretty hot.
We decided to drive my car to the beach. It's only a 15-minute drive from our flat and I've already appointed myself designated driver seeing as I don't really drink often. Mainly because I get really bad hangovers and it's just not worth it.
After 15 minutes of Naomi and Lydia belting out the lyrics to The Weeknd songs, we finally make it to the beach. We found a space to park, memorizing it so we each know where to meet each other if there's an emergency.
The bonfire is already in full swing. Crowds of people litter the beach. Some dancing to the music being blasted through the speakers on either side of a Dj, while some were just gathered around the huge flame in the middle of the beach laughing and seemingly having a great time. Others were just lounging around closer to the water.
I spot a makeshift bar stationed a little to the right of the Dj station and Lydia leads the way towards it.
"Let's do shots," Naomi yelled over the music. "Tequila shots and a sprite please," Naomi said to the cute bartender. Bending over the counter a little to expose her assets. Thanks to Naomi's blessing in the boobs department, no bartender has ever been focused enough to ask if we were old enough to drink.
