A/N: Hey peeps! Sorry I deleted my other story; I just never really got a chance to work on it. But I'm sure you'll love this story!

"Caribbean Romance, Ch. 1, Costa Rica"

SPOV

As we drove down the Costa Rican highway, I took in the scenery of the beach. People were lazily walking beside the water. Lush green palm trees set the border between the street and beach. We then pulled up to a very large and very high beachside hotel.

"Well, here we are. The Full Moon Beachside Resort," Tawni announced. "The fanciest resort in Costa Rica." She got out of the car, as we all did, and tossed the keys to the valet. The bellboy unloaded our luggage onto a luggage cart.
"This is so cool. I've never been to Costa Rica. The scenery, the people, it's all so cool," I babbled. Chad patted me on the back as we walked into the posh lobby.

"Only you would be able to say that now, Munroe," Chad remarked. We approached the front desk in hope to get all separate rooms.

"Hola," the lady greeted. "Como poder yo ayudar usted?" We were all confused because none of us spoke Spanish.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"I'm sorry for confusing you. How may I assist you?" she asked in English. But she still had a slightly thick accent.

"We're checking in," Tawni replied.

"Name?" the lady asked.

"Hart," she replied again. The woman typed for a bit before looking up again.

"Well, all of our rooms are booked except for a single person suite and a two-person suite," the woman said. Tawni was the first to reply.

"I'll take the one person room," she replied.

"Wait, why do you get it?" I objected.

"Because I'm more important, duh!" Tawni answered with a flip of her hair.

"Well, here are your room keys, and enjoy your stay," the woman said. She handed us three gold cards and we walked over to two glass elevators with stainless steel doors.

"Well, it's off to my gorgeous room," Tawni announced dramatically. She stepped onto one of the fancy elevators and disappeared.

"Man, I hope that elevator gets stuck," I muttered to myself. When the doors to the other elevator opened, Chad and I stepped on and pressed the button for the 25th floor. When the doors opened again, we stared at the room door in front of us. I unlocked the door, and our room was as big as my house. It was a kings' suite, with one large king-sized bed, a full-size kitchen, and a fairly large dining room.

"Whoa," I heard Chad mutter.

"I know, right?" I replied. I set my bag down on the counter, and plopped onto the bed. "I can't wait to go sightseeing today."

"Whoa, whoa, wait, today?" he asked in surprise. "We just got here."

"I meant, going to the beach," I said. He agreed to it and we both got dressed to go. I brought my bright blue striped bikini and wore a thin t-shirt and capris over it. He walked out of the bathroom at the same time I walked out of the other one (yes, there were TWO bathrooms.) He wore navy blue trunks and a dark gray t-shirt.

"Ready to go?" he asked me.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied. I slipped on my worn yellow flip-flops and grabbed my bag before leaving the room. We strode out of the lobby and down a couple blocks before arriving at the beach. Chairs were already set up, so when we got there all we had to do was undress and set our bags down.

But let me give some advice: Whenever you go to the beach with your enemy, and your enemy happens to be a cute boy, don't stare at him when he's taking off his shirt. It doesn't help the fact that you don't want to be there with him. It took a lot of will power not to look at him. But when he dove into the clear blue salty water, a sense of relief washed over me. I laid down in one of the chairs and started reading my novel.

Another piece of advice: Whenever your enemy comes out of the water, don't stare at him. The glare coming off my sunglasses must've been bad, because all I saw was a blur. Once I moved them on top of my head, what I saw was amazing. I couldn't help but look. Chad looked like, dare I say it, like a Greek god. His golden hair was no match for the sun. Water glistened off his 6-pack abs. It was almost like a slow motion moment.

"Oh, wow," I mumbled to myself before he walked over to get a towel.

"Enjoy the show?" he asked cockily.

"What show? There was nothing to see," I retorted. Denial was slightly present in my voice.

"Uh huh, sure," he said. He lay down in the other chair and started taking a nap. Sometimes there are just some battles that you just can't win.

Hope you guys liked my first chapter! Now please review!