Book Girl
Hi! This is just a little three-part story that I had the idea of writing. The next chapter will be up the next day, and the third the day after that. Hope you enjoy! (Warning: slightly cliché)
Part One
The guys convinced me to come out here. They knew I didn't want to, but somehow they persuaded me. So, here I stand, sand between my toes and ocean breeze blowing. We just got out of Zeke's Jeep, which is extremely convenient for going to the beach on nice days like this.
There wasn't a single cloud in the sky and the sun was shining bright. My mood seemed to brighten once I stepped out of the Jeep though. I put on my Ray-Ban sunglasses and start walking with the rest of the guys.
Being the college boys we are, in front of me Uriah and Zeke carry a large cooler full of beer, sandwiches, and food. We all are on break from college since it's summer, but we all live in the area in which we attend college. My group of friends consists of Uriah, Zeke, Will, and myself. Even throughout high school. The reason we all became friends was primarily because we all lived in the same neighborhood as kids. We'd always migrate to Zeke's house and play basketball in his driveway. And here we are, still the best of buds.
Being that we all grew up in Cali, we play volleyball. We aren't bad, but we aren't exactly amazing. Nobody ever said anything about being amazing.
We set up our towels and chairs in a free area near the shore, but not too far from the nets.
We also happen to be near a group of four girls that seem to be about our age. I seem to be the only one that's noticed our proximity to them, but I know they'll notice soon enough.
I notice one girl, though. The quiet one. The other three girls seem to be talking, but the girl I've taken notice to is lying on her stomach on a towel, reading, earbuds in. Her long, blond locks cascade over her shoulder, not blocking her tan or her book.
I can practically hear her music from here, and that was enough to make me curious. She seems to be making faces at the book. Shock, disgust, and sadness. She looks like she's quite invested in this book. I haven't caught the title yet though.
"Hey, man, you all right? You need some eyedrops?" Zeke asks me.
My head snaps in his direction. "Hm?"
"I asked if you were all right. I was afraid your eyes would dry out if you stared at that girl any longer," he teases.
The guys laugh at this, but I simply punch Zeke in the arm.
"Which one were you staring at, anyway?" Will asks.
"The tall one talking like a mad woman?" Uriah asks.
"Or the one nodding along?" Zeke asks.
"Probably the one drinking the margarita," Will says.
I shake my head. "The one reading."
They all raise their eyebrows, the burst out laughing.
"What?" I ask. "What's so wrong with that?"
Zeke composes himself and says, "Really, man? The quiet one? You've never liked the shy type."
"If she's reading that mean she's smart, unlike the other bimbos I've dated throughout my years. And she's into music. You know I love music. And, God, have you looked at her? She's beautiful."
The guys laugh again.
"What's wrong with you, bro?" Uriah asks.
I chuckle. "You guys get on my case for not dating a girl an entire year, but now that I check out a girl you all grill me for it?" I ask. "Not cool."
"We aren't grilling you, we're just surprised, okay?" Will says.
"Yeah, I mean, you've always liked the super-hot ones, y'know?" Zeke asks.
"Have you looked at her? She is super-hot."
Uriah shrugs, indifferent. "Yeah, she is. But not as hot as the only one with a ponytail."
Will shakes his head. "Nope. I like the tall one blabbering her head off."
"Sorry, guys, but the one drinking the margarita is the best."
"I'm not seeing the conflict here," I say, chuckling. "We all like different girls. Zeke gets Margarita Girl, Will gets Blabber Girl, Uri gets Ponytail Girl, and I get Book Girl. Conflict avoided."
"I say we go and invite them to play volleyball with us," Uriah suggests.
"No," Zeke says, "not yet. Keep 'em waiting." He wears a smirk.
I nod along. "I agree."
"All right. So, say, an hour?"
"Evil geniuses, we are," I say, grabbing a beer.
"I'll drink to that," Will says. "Cheers." He raises his can in the air, and we all clink them together.
About twenty minutes later, Zeke and I are throwing the football back and forth in the water.
"So," he says, "the blond? You really like her?"
I nod. "Not just because she's hot. I mean, she just has this likability when you see her. It's like you can't not be attracted to her."
Zeke shakes his head. "Who are you and what have you done with my best friend? Cause I know you definitely aren't Tobias."
I roll my eyes at him and glance over to where Book Girl sits. I catch her looking in my direction, but I can't completely tell since she's wearing sunglasses. But as soon as I looked over there, she looked back down at her book.
"Dude, she was totally checking you out!" Zeke says with a slap on the arm. Much like a girl.
"Shut up," I mumble, then begin to get out of the water.
I spot the girl laying down on her back now, holding the book in front of her face. Possibly covering her embarrassment?
Flawless, she is. Her bikini doesn't reveal too much. There are no straps along her chest; just wraps around her breasts. And the bottoms fit her lower half perfectly.
I almost feel guilty for checking her out, but… damn, it was hard not to. I cannot find a single flaw on her. She's practically perfect.
"That hour up yet?" I ask anxiously.
"No, but I think we should just go over now. What do you think, Zeke?" Uriah asks his brother.
"Let's go. Lead the way, Eaton," Zeke says with a smirk.
I pick up the volleyball, smile on my face, and walk over there with guys in tow.
"Ladies," I say.
The girl—Book Girl—takes out her earbuds, sits up, and puts the bookmark in her book.
"Would you like to join us in a game volleyball?" I ask.
