The sun, the beach. Summer vacation. Jayma breathed in the hot California air outside of her family's condo. She'd never been to California before and now that she was there, she never wanted to leave. It was much different than her hometown of Grundy, and although they had to fly for hours to get here, she was excited. Especially now that she'd be able to come home for senior year and brag about her tan, her summer, and the hot boys. From that point of view, smelling like an airplane for a few hours was worth it.

"Come on , Jay. Don't want to be late for the bus to the beach." her mother called.

"Coming mom!" she said, hurrying into the building to change into her swimsuit.

Digging her toes into the warm sand, she sighed in relief. It was so much more relaxing here than back home. She ran her hand through her thick curls and fell back into her beach chair. Crossing her legs, she grabbed her sunscreen out of her bag and began to apply it. Her pale skin burned easily, and not applying it regularly would turn her skin the color of her hair.

After carefully lathering on the lotion, she picked up the magazine she had been flipping through. Nothing interesting or even good looking for her to mark. She'd been working hard on improving her style for her final year of highschool and now had a long list of very expensive clothes to buy.

"Head's up!" someone shouted towards Jayma, bringing her to look up from her magazine.

She used her hands to cover her head as she saw a volleyball plumeting towards her. Sure, she'd played sports, but basketball and cheerleading were the lengths of her success.

"Ow!" she shreiked as the ball bounced from her head to the tips of her toes.

She stands up and grabs the cloth ball in her hands as a tall curly-haired boy jogged over to her. As a charming hey slipped his lips, she felt her face turn from a pale white to a bright red.

"Uhm, is this yours?" she asked, trying to keep her cool and maybe calm her cheeks a little.

He chuckled. "Yes." he said.

She handed it towards him and smiles. "Here you go."

He smiled. "Thanks." he said, taking it from her.

"Have fun." she says.

He nods. "You can come play if you want." he said.

"I'm not really good at volleyball." she replys.

"I'll try my best not to laugh if you play." he suggested, winking at her.

And at just the bat of his eyelash, her face flamed up again.

"Maybe if you promise not to laugh at all." she said.

He chuckled. "I think I can pull that off."

"I think that I can play then." she said.

He smiled. "Great." he says, walking back to the court with her.

"I'm Jayma, by the way." she says.

"Matt." he replys as they approach the court.