Hey guys! BEWARE****THIS STORY WILL TAKE YOU FOR A LONG RIDE. It is the longest story I have ever written.
And it is honestly my favorite story. Since I love this site so much, I decided to finally publish it up here. I really have been writing it since the 9th grade and it's completely finished. All that needs to be done is a bit of touching up and voila.
I even have a sequel and everything. It's THAT serious lol. So yeah. It may be a little highschoolish for some people's taste. That's why it's rated teen or above. Let me know how you like it though :)
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“Courtnee, I don’t know why the hell you’re so against having a little bit of fun!” one of my best friends, Mya Grandberry practically yelled into my right ear. I winced at the volume of her voice and playfully pushed her away from me. We were on the way to Virginia Beach, a popular site just a couple of hours away our hometown of Alexandria. My other best friend, Brittani Hickman, was trying her best to weave her red convertible Mustang through the somewhat congested traffic. It was, of course, full of hormonal teenagers on their merry way to various spring break destinations.
“You need to relax, Miss ‘I’m So Uptight About Everything I Do’ and while you’re relaxing, you can go ahead and break up with that sorry ass boyfriend of yours.”
With a sigh, I leaned against the railing of the door and said “I’m not breaking up with Chris. We’ve been together for a while now. I wish you’d stop telling me to drop him.”
“Well I wish you’d pay more attention to detail, my dear friend. Even Stevie Wonder can see that ya’ll have some issues. It’s obvious-and yes I’m saying it again because I love you-that’s he’s cheating on you.”
“Mya-“ I began to warn her, but was soon cut off by Brit.
“Trust us Court. I’ll give you an example.”
“Go ahead. I’m waiting.”
“Okay. How come he basically pushed you out the door when you told him that you were leaving for two weeks to soak in the sun on a beach full of hot guys?” she said without missing a beat. Brittani was definitely the fast talker out of the three of us. There were times when we didn’t think she’d make it through her sentences due to a lack of air.
I pursed my lips together and thought about what she’d just said. And she was right, in a way. When I told Chris that I wanted him to come along with the three of us, he said ‘no’ so fast that I was barely able to finish what I had to say. I was disappointed to hear his rejection because I felt like I was the only one putting actual work into this relationship. When we had first met, I was more than infatuated with him. Being that I wasn’t exactly on top of the totem pole of high school popularity and he was, I felt like my life had a greater meaning when he entered it. Chris was a pretty solid running back for our football team, one of the best high school football teams in the great state of Virginia. His personality used to be so outgoing and charismatic that any girl could easily fall for him.
After being with him for a long seven months, I was beginning to see why all of his previous relationships failed. He lacked emotion, compassion, and humility. Our conversations went from being all about me and us to football and sex. We hadn’t had it yet because I wanted to save myself for the right guy and he hasn’t proven himself to be that. Yet.
It was our senior year and I knew time would fly by after spring break. So in order to create a few more memories, I forced myself to accept the invitation to spend it in Virginia Beach. Brittani and Mya swore up and down that I had to be the most boring out of the three of us. It was because I kept straight A’s and was more focused on getting into a good college rather than obtaining a fake ID and barhopping.
“You can ignore me all you want, girl. You know we’re right” Brittani continued, bumping me out of my thoughts. “Please let loose and have some fun, alright?”
Before I could answer, Mya touched my shoulder and smiled. “You finally have the chance to forget about school, work, college, your parents, and Chris for two straight weeks. You’ve earned it, honey. Make the best of it.”
“I’ll try” I said as confidently as I could, flashing a somewhat genuine smile. Mya wrapped her arm around my waist and gave me a side hug. Obviously, she was the most affectionate in the group.
Living on the beach had its perks and the best one had to be the extremely anticipated spring breaks. Hundreds, maybe thousands of local high school students, swarmed to Virginia Beach to enjoy an inexpensive, thrilling, break. On the section of the beach where I resided, the nightclubs and shacks all over made sure to prepare themselves every year for the exponential rise of tourism.
I wasn’t much of a player or anything, but like any other eighteen-year-old guy I loved to see my fair share of beautiful women strut across the beach with various versions of skimpy bikinis on. My only problem was the lunatic I had for a girlfriend named Meghan. I’m a faithful man down to the tee, but she makes it so hard. Every time I attempted to break it off with her, she would excuse herself or act like I was being completely unreasonable.
It is not in my best interest to graduate high school while still being attached to someone who keeps me so unhappy.
As soon as we reached our destination, we checked into a cheap motel and took our luggage over to our room. For a motel, it wasn’t too shabby. It was equipped with everything we needed in order to stay for two weeks. Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, all I wanted to do was take a nap.
The queen-sized bed basically hugged me back as I plopped onto it and rested my body atop. I could hear my friends conversing about something but instead of listening to them, I fluttered my eyelids closed and began dozing off into another world.
And of course Brit was the one to wake me up. “No mam. Naps are not allowed while we’re here.”
“Who died and put you in charge?” I groaned out.
“For real, Courtnee. You gotta get up. We’re about to go to the beach to scope this place out. When we pulled up, there looked to be some type of party being set up for later on.”
Rolling my eyes, I sunk further into the comfortable mattress. “Later on. I’m taking a nap.”
“Stop being stubborn.”
“I’m not. Wouldn’t it make sense for me to go out later? You know, when I’m running on a full battery.”
“You’re no fun. Even then” Mya mumbled under her breath before walking towards the door.
“I heard that!”
“Yeah yeah…just make sure your ass is ready when we come back tonight. You’re going to have fun while we’re here. Even if I have to shove it down your throat.”
They left the room with unusual quickness; quicker than it normally took them. It was always a struggle for me to get them off of my back about certain things but I appreciated them. I loved having friends who were the complete opposite of me. They never hesitated when it came to putting a little pizazz in my life. Deep down, I knew I needed it. Mya typically kept to herself when it came to personal issues, but she also wore her heart on her sleeve. With her gorgeous brown skin, I found her to be absolutely beautiful. I never kept my envy to myself. She knew that I resented her for essentially having the same skin as Nia Long. That shit was always glowing and looking healthy. It didn’t matter if it was during a harsh winter or a sweltering summer, she was blessed for sure. For as long as we’ve known each other, since the 8th grade, she’s kept her hair short. Mya’s jet-black hair would always be styled in the latest cropped fashion. I always like to refer to her as “Middle” because she was the perfect mix of Brittani and I, her birthday was in between ours, and the color of her skin was sort of in the middle as well.
Brittani, on the other hand, is the crazy one. Her personality could be a little overbearing at times, especially when I wasn’t in the mood to socialize. She’s from Miami, so I can only assume she obtained her spunk from there. Brittani had a hard time adjusting to Virginia when she first got here because of the dark tint of her skin. Even though I thought hers was equally as beautiful as Mya’s, we’d always get into it. Everything was about the color of our skin to her for a while. She’d always get herself into arguments with people whether it was to defend her friends or to defend herself. Honestly, I thought she was paranoid most of the time because a lot of people didn’t want to cross her in the first place. It hurt to see her so caught up in her appearance after a guy she crushed on broke her heart. He told a few people that he’d “never date a chick that ugly”. After kicking his ass and acting hardcore in front of everybody, Brittani came to my house later on that day and laid across our laps, crying and ranting. Ever since then, she’d pile makeup on her face and obsess over being perfect.
I hadn’t realized how long I was asleep until the two of them barged into the room and started shaking me. Moaning, I sat up and squinted my eyes, shielding them from the light radiating out of the lamp on the nightstand.
They had these thick colorful leis wrapped around their necks and huge grins plastered on their faces. “What time is it?” I asked through a yawn.
“Time for you to get the fuck up, bitch” Brittani said, pulling at my arm. “It’s 9 o’clock.”
Damn…had I really slept for five hours?
“We’ve given you ample amount of time to get your little baby sleep in. Now get your bikini on and come with us” Mya finished.
With an overly exaggerated sigh, I dragged myself out of the bed, snatched up one of the many bathing suits I packed and walked like a zombie into the bathroom. Brittani was banging on the door seconds later. “Cheer up, buttercup. We love you!”
While I was slipping the pieces to my suit on, I kept thinking of escape strategies. If I could hardly deal with them now, there was no way I could deal with them for another thirteen days. Possible excuses could be: sickness, a family emergency, or I could go all out and break my own leg. Shit, anything to get me the hell out of this would be perfect.
To cover the bikini, I threw on a navy blue sheer romper. The two of them were impatiently waiting outside of the door with their arms crossed over their chests.
“Yes girl. You look great. Let’s get moving!”
The beach was only a five-minute walk from where we laid our heads. Mya slipped one of the leis around my head before we approached the entrance gate for the luau. Apparently having one counted as an invitation. The loud noise emitting from the party told me to expect something huge. If it were my kind of thing, I would have been more than thrilled to be here. People were everywhere!
Little shacks were set up all over the beach, selling cute little fruity drinks to the hundreds of guests in attendance. What I liked about the atmosphere was the happy vibe. Everyone looked like they were enjoying themselves. With the shackles off and stress of school on the back burner, I could see why.
I agreed to meet my friends in the water after we found a good spot to settle down at. The lounge chairs were a scarcity at this point. I felt lucky to have snagged one. Using the excuse “I should probably watch you guys’ stuff for a while”, I sat down and pulled my notepad out. Might’ve well get started on a poem.
Working as a lifeguard at the beach on the first night of spring break was a bitch. The first couple of hours were cool and I loved that I had the opportunity to meet gorgeous women, but it got old really quick. The gentleman in me was beginning to get fed up with girls claiming to drown. After maybe twenty fake cry-wolfs, I gave up and told my good friend, Mark to take care of it.
At the end of my shift, I jumped down from the wooden platform and began making my way home. Somewhere near the back, where the crowd was thinned out, I looked up and had to gasp in order to kick my normal breathing pattern back into play. My eyes found themselves staring at the most angelic, delicate looking creature. Something inside of my soul pulled me towards her like a magnet. While intuitively walking towards her, I was beginning to get a better look at her. Up close, she appeared even more attractive. From head to toe, all I could see was `flawlessness. Her auburn brown hair, the first thing I noticed, sprouted from her scalp like a tree. It was a beautiful mess, all over the place. She had one of those naturally curly hairstyles. The next thing I noticed was the paleness of her skin. She had the features of an African-American woman, but the skin tone of a mildly tanned white person. I made the quick assumption that she was of mixed race. Her eyes, which I’m sure are beautiful along with the rest of her body, were fixated on a notepad. She looked to be deep in thought until she slowly looked up and caught my gaze.
As if I’d gotten caught with my hand in the cookie jar, I panicked and looked the other way. When I turned back around to face her, she was still glaring at me. Her expression was hard to read, but I gathered that she was annoyed. Everything inside of me was telling me to keep it moving, but my feet wouldn’t budge. I had to practically force myself to walk away from this enticing angel-faced girl. Before I had the chance to get completely away, she stopped me.
I slowly whirled around and looked down at her, careful not to stare too hard. She tucked a loose curl behind her ear and squinted her big brown eyes. “Do I know you?” she asked. The way her full, glossy lips were permanently shaped into a pout did all sorts of things to me. I was ready to throw in the white flag and I didn’t even know the girl’s name.
“Uh…um. I don’t think so. Are you from around here?”
“Yeah, I live around the corner. What are you working on?” I finally gathered up the strength to continue the conversation. I’d do anything to keep hearing her smooth as silk, alluring voice.
“Nothing special” she nervously smiled and tucked the little book under her thin, smooth looking legs.
“Oh c’mon. You were staring at it like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Don’t tell me it’s nothing special.”
She smirked and began to focus her attention on the shoreline. I was never the one to show any signs of thirst, but I couldn’t help myself around her. I knew that she didn’t want to be bothered. It was obvious. Inside my head, I tried to think of anything I could say to grab her attention. Anything.
“Why come out to a party if all you’re going to do is write in your little journal?”
“Excuse me?” she scoffed and leaned her head back. A faint smile was resting on her lips.
“You heard me…I mean, you’re sitting in the midst of a huge event with loud people screaming and shouting from every which way. What gives? Who forced you to come out here? Because it’s pretty clear that you don’t want to be here.”
Where in the hell is all of this coming from? I didn’t mean to come off as a know-it-all asshole, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Bryan” she paused as she continued to smile. “I don’t know who you think you are coming up to me talking like this—like you know me or something. But I don’t appreciate it.”
“I apologize for coming off as a jerk. That was not my intention. And in all honesty, I never act like this. I swear. It’s just something about you that has me not acting like myself. That’s the truth.”
I started to walk away, shaking my head, before I embarrassed myself anymore.
“Wait” she called back.
I stopped but didn’t turn around.
“My name’s Courtnee.”
Geez. Does it really happen this fast? I had barely been seated for fifteen minutes before someone approached me. The spark Bryan had in his beautiful hazel eyes had me nearly in a shamble. How dare he come up to me looking so magnificently gorgeous? He and Mya shared that same glowing brown skin. I took much notice of his perfect smile as well. Those pearly whites were definitely taken care of and were obviously very important to his morning routine. Bryan oozed with charm and confidence. The way he carried himself was a little arrogant at first but I knew automatically that he wasn’t being himself.
Okay…weird. How would I even notice something like that?
I don’t know this guy and I have absolutely no idea what he’s all about but what I do know is that he wouldn’t have to try hard to hold a conversation with me. I liked hearing his voice. Virginia doesn’t really have any distinct accents or dialects but I could tell that he was from Virginia Beach.
“Nice to meet you, Courtnee” Bryan said, tearing me away from my thoughts. It was becoming hard to pay attention to anything anyone was saying because my eyes were too focused on the rock hard pair of abs standing in front of me. He was dressed in a pair of red swimming trunks with a white cross on the corner of one of the pockets and a black t-shirt labeled LIFEGUARD. The sleeves were cut out, therefore giving me a nice peek at his lean body. “May I sit?”
He quickly sat down at the end of my chair before I could utter another word.
“Guess so” I finished the rest of my sentence, making him twitch the right side of his mouth upwards. “What makes you think I wanted to give up half of my chair?”
“Like I said before, Courtnee-“
I like the way my named sounded rolling off his tongue.
“I’m not myself right now. I find it very difficult thinking around you.”
“Okay Lover Boy…smooth game” I sarcastically said. Oh no…pipe down the wit, Court. He doesn’t need to think that you’re some sort of snarky bitch.
I’ve always had an issue with cynicism. It was just something that would come naturally to me. No one ever seemed to have an issue with it because I’ve always been pretty chill and kept to myself, but when it came out…boy oh boy did people give me hell. I’ve even been told that the reason why it was hard for me to get a boyfriend was because I didn’t know how to be nice to people.
Bryan blinked at me for a second. Usually, when that happens, either the person is trying to figure out why the hell I’m talking to them like this or they actually enjoy it for some odd reason. When he gave me a quaint smile, I immediately knew it was the latter. “Are you swimming?”
“Um…well, I wasn’t planning on it but I’m pretty sure my friends are gonna be back any minute to pressure me into at least dipping a body part in.”
Bryan let out a light chuckle. “How about you come with me? I’d be happy to get you away from your friends for a little while.”
“I’d go…if I knew you” I said, biting the corner of my bottom lip. Where is all of this flirting coming from?
“I’m a lifeguard. I can’t make you trust me, but it would be wonderful if you at least gave it a try.
It took a few seconds for me to contemplate on whether or not I should take this risk or not. Looking back over to where Mya and Brittani were, I squinted my eyes. They were laughing and giggling along with a group of random guys without a care in the world.
“Yeah. Just let me get ready.”
Instead of leaving all of our personal belongings on the lounge chair, Bryan let me take them over to the lifeguard deck to drop them off. In the meantime, I was able to meet his friend, Mark, and finally get rid of my navy blue romper. It was clear that Bryan was a true southern gentleman, but that didn’t keep him from ogling over my body.
As we headed towards the shoreline, I continuously stole a few quick glances at the handsome charming stranger. What messed me up was the fact that I felt no guilt whatsoever. Here I was flirting with a complete stranger and lusting all over his hot body while I have a boyfriend—who I have yet to mention—three hours away. But I didn’t feel bad. Something about being with Bryan felt right.
But then again, so did being with Chris the first time I met him…
Every time I looked at Courtnee, my brain kept telling me that she was the one. The One as in I was blessed to meet the person I could easily spend the rest of my life with at such a young age. Of course I hardly knew anything about the girl or what kind of person she was, but this was definitely a love at first sight kind of thing. The sparks that arose when I clasped her soft hand into mines as we walked into the chilled water was something I’ve never felt before—not even when I first met Meghan. Each time she smiled at me, my heart dropped and butterflies took over the space in my stomach.
Maybe it was lust.
I don’t know.
But I needed to get to know her, even if I had to settle with being her friend for eternity.
“Everything okay?” Courtnee asked. She looked up at me with a slightly concerned glare.
I nodded my head and gave her a reassuring smile. “Yes. Everything’s perfect.”
“Ok. I trust you not to let me drown. You should feel lucky, Bryan. My friends can’t even get me in the water.”
I chuckled as she gripped on to my hand tighter. We were getting farther into the ocean. So far that the tips of her thick mane of hair began getting wet. I couldn’t help but to think how her whole body would look. Completely soaked and dripping with sexual desire-
I had to clear my throat in order to clear my mind of the dirty thoughts that suddenly arose. “Yes?”
“How far are you planning to take me? I told you I can’t swim” she began to panic. `
Right as I opened my mouth to answer her, a huge wave washed over us. I felt Courtnee grab me and hold on to me with all of her strength. Her eyes were pinned shut and she trembled.
“I got you” I whispered, holding her close to me and steadying the weight of our bodies. The passing of the wave was such a surreal moment for me. As I held her tiny body in my arms, all I could imagine was holding her for eternity. And I know that sounds absurd and ridiculous, but that’s what I kept thinking.
After the water calmed back down, I continued to hold her. She then realized that we, two complete strangers, were in an awkward position so she apologized.
“Sorry, I um-“ Courtnee struggled to say, still catching her breath from a “near-death experience”
“No, you’re good…I shouldn’t have-“
We chuckled and blushed at the same time. There was a split second of eye contact before we leaned in to share a spontaneous kiss. Like I said before, it was if my body was drawn to her and judging by the looks of it, she felt the same way.
Before our lips made contact with each other, one of her friends called out to her. Courtnee jumped away from me and gasped. I scratched my head and bit my bottom lip.
She walked away shaking her head before I could say anything to her.