“Christie!” My mother screeched across the house.
“What?” I yelled back at her.
“Go to the beach!” She said.
“What?!?” I screamed back at her, she was so random at times.
“You need some tan color!” she said in her broken English.
“Ugh,” I grumbled as I got together a bunch of things in a bag. This summer vacation really was going to be horrendous. Forced to go to the beach with my mother, I didn’t even have any friends to go with – everyone was away already. As I jumped down the stairs, my mother screeched and exclaimed,
“I drive you there! You look cute? You wear bikini? Don’t show too much skin! Sunscreen, SPF 45, remember. No boys.”
“Uh, okay.” I said, not understanding a word she said.
“Stephanie will take you again. But she must leave; she has appointment with Malood about college.” My mom said, pushing me out the door with Stephanie at my tail.
“Uh, okay.” I said, waving to my mom, as I hoped into my sister’s Lexus. My bangles were jingling as I waved.
“Can you stop that annoying sound they make?” My sister, said grumpily. She was wearing her new clothes. “When did you get so fashionable anyways, Christie?”
“Wouldn’t you know? Considering you’re my sister and all right?” I asked her, glaring under my sunglasses.
“Hmph.” She mumbled, as she kept her eyes on the road. Her Abercrombie and Fitch twill Bermudas and preppy striped button down from American Eagle were overwhelmingly classic and clean. Couldn’t she mess things up just a little bit? It annoyed me insanely. We stayed silent for the rest of the fifteen minute car ride.
“Get off,” she said harshly at one of the gates to the beach. As I looked ahead, I saw one huge, long bridge, at least 3 miles long, covered with sand and rocks.
“Shoot.” I said, as I started walking across it, my head down, wind blowing, my long hair flying everywhere in a tousled mess. Dusty sand stung my eyes, hot sun pelted my back and arms. I forgot my sunscreen. My skin was almost fizzling from the heat and UV rays.
“Effadoodleness.” I said under my breath as I searched my bag for a bottle of sunscreen.
When I finally got to the beach itself, my sunscreen was working. I ripped off my gladiators and stepped my bare feet into the sand. The cold underside of the sand was still cool, even though the exterior was warm and toasty. I set up a blanket, near the ocean, to go and do some reading – basically to get a ‘glowy outer sheen’ (otherwise known as tanning). The wind was perfect, blowing at a few miles per hour, the sun was beating upon me, and sweat was starting to form around my flat abs, a small wick of sweat. Then all of a sudden a huge ball hit me right in the face as I was sitting up. It knocked me back down onto my towel, and knocked my sunglasses off.
“What. The. Hell. Was. That.” I said, angrily. “If you wanna play volleyball, don’t hit anyone, gosh.”
“Sorry!!” A blonde haired girl screeched as she saw what happened, she had long straight blonde hair and was wearing one of those white bandeau bikinis that fit only a model’s body.
“Um, yeah, whatever.” I said, putting an air up around me.
“I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you!” She said, again, kneeling towards me.
“Why the hell won’t you go away?” I thought to myself, as I glared at her.
“It’s fine, really.” I said.
“Hey! Your sunglasses!” I heard Jeremiah scream.
“Holy, mother.” I thought to myself, why is he everywhere I go.
“Oh, um, thanks.” I said, once he handed them over to me, our hands brushing over each other’s
“So, you’ve met Lindsey, right?” he asked me as he sat down next to me. I stared into his eyes.
“Uh, yea.” I said.
“She’s a great volleyball player, I heard she made varsity at school.” He said, admiring her.
Jealousy bubbled under my skin. But why was I jealous? I just met him. I just met him. I repeated that sentence over and over in my brain. I just met him. I just met him.
“Do you want to play volleyball?” the blonde girl asked.
“Sure,” I said, getting up. “But first, I’m Christie, and you are?” I asked her
“Lindsey, Lindsey Anne.” She said, hugging me.
I was completely caught off guard by her sweet showing of affection.
“Haha, quit with the lesbian love, we’re off to play volleyball.” Jeremiah said, grabbing my had and pulling me towards the court.
“I’m warning you,” I said, as he dragged me over “I barely know how to play.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” He said, giving me one of his make-your-heart-melt winks.
“Hey guys!” He said, referring to his friends, I think, “Play without me, I’m teaching Christie.”
“So you hold the ball over here, to serve, and then you ….” He blabbed on and on. But I didn’t hear a word, not a single syllable. All I saw was his yummy abs, and his toned arms.
“You know, Jer, I don’t think I’m ever going to get the hang of this. Do you want to just go out for a swim?” I asked him, batting my eyelashes a few times.
“Why not.” He said, dropping the ball. He started running to the ocean and I followed him in, splashing.
“You’re going down!” he said, as he splashed me in the face.
“I don’t think so!” I yelled, splashing him.
We giggled together in the shallow water. Then out of nowhere, I decided, to tackle him – which didn’t work out well.
“Boo.” I said in his ear, while I was on his back.
“Somebody’s a little clingy.” He said, smiling.
“Ha-Ha, funny pun, Jer.” I whispered in his ear. I jumped off of his back, and Jeremiah turned around to face me – he slung his arms around my waist. I took this as a clue to warp my arms around his neck.
“JEREMIAH!” I heard Lindsey call as she approached us. “Oh, am I interrupting something?”
“No, nothing.” He said, unwrapping his arms from me.
“We need you for the game, we’re short.” She said, looking me up and down.
“I’ll be there in a second, okay?” He said, turning back to me – signaling her to leave.
“I know we keep getting interrupted, but one day, it’ll be the right day.” He said, playing with my hair.
“Do you want my –” I said. And then he kissed me, interrupted my sentence and caught my mouth off guard.
And it was one of the most romantic things anyone could have done to me.
The sun still pelted upon my back, but now it was pelting upon mine and Jeremiah’s backs, we were intertwined into one person. Our tongues and limbs were together, and I hoped the moment would never end. Because I knew this was how my summer was meant to be.
As I was leaving, Jeremiah or Jer, and I exchanged our phone numbers, promising to hang out soon. But right before my sister picked me up, I was about to tell him something new, when I saw him intertwined with no one other than Lindsey. And then everything pieced together in my mind. How she interrupted everything, how she knew him before. The thought of him with another girl crushed me and my hopes. I felt despair grow limp through my body and then searing rage.
"You call it a story, I call it my life."
P.S. IDK if i was supposed to publish this yet :D
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