The heat of the sun was scorching my skin. I wish I had applied a higher factor of sun cream onto my fair skin. I retrieved a hair band from my front pocket and put my hair into a quick pony tail. I was too hot to care what I looked like.
I am planning on meeting Simon, my best friend, here at the beach; or should I say 'I was planning on meeting him' because it doesn't look like he will be turning up any time soon. I know it was short notice but I was looking forward to having some 'alone time' with him. It may be a selfish of me for not sharing him, but he always seems to be around other people – mainly girls- a lot of the time. I need this time to subtly show him that I want to be more than friends.
I pack up my bag filled with picnic food and a blanket and start to head home. Just as I am near the exit I see Simon. With another girl. Holding hands.
