Unapologetically In Love

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I sit on the beach, the sun shining down on me. The sand is a warm orangish, yellowish, brown color and a dark brown where the ocean meets the sand.
There's always been an upside while living in Florida, you literally can go to the beach anytime. Even though there are the occasional thunder storms, earthquakes and hurricanes, Florida is amazing.

My house just happens to be a block away from the beach. An easy walk to go from here back to my house, so we don't have to worry about finding a parking spot in the lot.

As I slurp my strawberry flavored smoothie I got from the smoothie stand, Atlantic Smoothies, I run a hand through my dirty blonde curls. There's an up and a down to being a blonde.

It's easy to dye colors in, like earlier in the summer I had red dye on my tips. My eyes travel to the tip of the dirty curl I'm playing with to see the red dye Cassie had securely put on, is now running out.

Although, if there happens to be a food fight, it sucks trying to get all the food stained in your hair out. It took me at least a week to get the spaghetti and meatballs my older brother by a year threw at me during my freshman year.

On the other hand, even though I'm super smart, people call me dumb. Yes, some days I will totally forget that it's Monday, not Friday. I'd also sometimes be confused if I forget a simple date to when homework is due. Lucky for me, my other friend, Lela, keeps a calendar of everything and informs me. Her being a redhead also has its troubles, but she's my best friend. The one I look to whenever I seem to forget something.

A gust of wind brings me back to reality from my thoughts. I instantly grab all my loose hairs and pull it in a ponytail. After doing so, I grab my phone just as it buzzes.

To: Clover
From: Sky
Mom wants you home, dinners almost ready.

I type back a response of 'Okay, I'm on my way' before I actually start to pack up. Being at the beach all day is fun, but can be really tiring. Placing my book I'm almost finished reading into my messenger bag, I stand up.

I lean down to roll my towel up as neatly as possible and shove it into my bag. Only for it to be ruined from its folding yet again. I slide my bag up my arm so it hangs off my shoulder. Clutching my now empty cup of my drink, I make my way towards the concrete. I stop by a trashcan and throw out the empty cup. Just as I'm about to turn around, something comes flying and hits me in the head.

"Ow." I groan, my hand reaching up to feel the now bump on my smooth forehead.

"Hey, are you okay?" An unknown voice asks.

I turn my head to see a teenage boy, about my age. He has dark, black hair with piercing green eyes, with a hint of blue in them. His tan skin complements his hair and eyes.

"I'm fine." I reply, annoyed.

"Are you sure?" The boy repeats.

"Who are you? I haven't seen you around before." I fold my arms across my chest.

The boy reaches out his hand, "I'm Diego Martinez. I just moved here from the lower part of Texas. You are?"

I hesitantly shake the strangers hand, "Clover Summers."

"Will you be my lucky charm?" Diego jokes.

I shake my head, "I have to go now."

"Can I have your number? I barely know anyone except my cousin." He points to where a familiar person stands.

I recognize him as Flinn Martinez, the famous basketball player at Atlantic Beach High. This town is small, so we know or heard of everyone here.

"Why should I give you my number?" I question him.