Ally POV

I loved this feeling of not worrying about absolutely anything. Where nothing relevant crosses your mind, and at the moment I was trying to forget the fact that I wasn't suppose to be here.

I told my mom that Trish, my best friend, and I would be hanging out today. Although, it might have slipped my mind to tell her exactly what we would be doing.

Here, let me shed some light on the situation; Trish and I were currently at the beach at a raging party. Don't get me wrong I have been to my fair share of party's before, yet this time was different. As of right now she thinks we are at the library, studying for an upcoming exam, boy if only she could she could see us now.

My nun of a mother (Author Note: don't mean this to be offensive :) just for the use of the story) would have a heart attack if she could ever fathom seeing me in the outfit I had on now. Dressed in red shorts, white fitted crop top, white converse, and a messy bun I was quite the looker. If I do say so myself. And I guess so does this guy that I'm, unfortunately, dancing with. Have you ever touched someone, after working out, and they are dripping sweat. Well that's the guy for you. I mean he was really cute and sweet at first, but now Im going to need at wet floor sign and a mop.

"Ally, come and have a picture with me.", said my best friend, and savior, as she grasped my arm.

"Coming," I gave the guy, whose name I don't remember an apologetic glance,"Got to go."

I helplessly followed Trish, man this girl's got a grip.

"Thank you so much Trish." I say once we are out of earshot.

"Haha no problem", she laughed,"But I was very serious about that picture."

"I believe I could help with that." A smooth, deep voice drawled.

Ally looked up to see one of the most attractive men she has ever seen. He had hazel brown eyes, a nice row of the framed by this kissable lips. Did I just think that? See I'm not completely a nun, but my mother is. And she is determined to train me up as one, so I guess you could say I am semi nun. Even if I was a nun this man would have me second-guessing my decisions. Did I mention his hair? I would love to run my fingers through it while he kissed me.

Whoa, Ally get your 18 year old girl hormones under control, this is just ridiculous.

"Oh my phone in my bag let m-" Trish started as he cut her off.

"Don't worry I got this all under control.", He said as she ushered us a little ways from him, just as he pulled out his phone.

"Okay, 1 2 3 smile! oooh that's a good one." He said as he showed us the photograph on his phone.

I still stood there dumbstruck as he took showed us the pictures, my face with the exact same confusion as before.

"Um how are we suppose to get the pictures exactly." I asked once again glancing at him.

"Oh that's just perfect it all works out." A wide grin spread across his face.

Bemusement must have been evident on my face because he answered my unspoken question.

"I was planning on getting your number anyway, so I guess now I don't have to try very hard." He said as his grin slowly morphed into a smirk.

Quickly I was beginning to not like this guy. I have never met someone so egotistical, arrogant, and cocky in my life.

"Look here buddy-", I was quickly cut off by Trish pulling my arm yelling for us to go.

"Come on Ally we have to get you dressed to go home, your mother will flip if we are not there on time."

Ah shit I'd completely forgotten about the service today. I immediately took off after Trish, just opening the car door, not until someone firmly grabbed my arm.

"Hey I never got your number!" The guy I completely had forgotten about said.

"I really need to go, so will you let go!" I yelled, trying to desperately open the door that he now had his hand on, holding it closed.

"Ally come on we really need to get out of here!" Trish exclaimed from the driver's seat.

I sighed as I glanced back up at the tall, blonde male.

"What do I have to do to get you to let me go ?" ,I asked.

"Your number." ,he replied.

"Hmm how about five dollars dollars instead?"

"Tempting, but no, I would prefer your number."

"But-" ,I tried to argue as my so called best friend yelled at me from inside the car.

"Ally will you stop flirting and give him your number, so we can go."

"Fine.", I said as I typed the offending numbers on his phone.

He smiled as he released my arm, and his hand from the door.

"I will talk to you later."

Oh God, please let him break his phone.

Author's Note: hey hey hey guys! I think I should get ice cream for updating, oh no? okay... but any who please review and tell me how you truly feel! Well until next chapter love you guys!