SPOV
I guess the beach wasn't such a good idea. Why? Well, the idea is quite a popular one and having every girl in the school trying to get the best spots on my dear piece of sand is quite pissy-offing. Not that you'd understand because you have it so easy reading about my cruel life.
Paul Slater was one of the MANY people to take a dip and he brought his little click and BIG fan-club. Not that I care, the guy can look gorgeous and hot and damn sexy all he wants with whomever he wants and I don't give a shit. Okay, big lie but so what, I'm in denial, it's just a river in Egypt. I know, it's a lame and used and forgotten joke but one tends to lose her mind when arround ultimate hottiness. I won't give names. Not that you need them.
Kelly Prescott is salivating over his gorgeous abs and asking, strike that, pleading him to let her apply sun-screen on that bloody gorgeous tan skin of his. The guy is sun-kissed hottie shit, the bomb so to speak. And I just happen to despise him: jolly life I lead, huh?
I doubt that the slut could look more easy, cheasy, tacky or desperate then she does right now. But who am I kidding, every girl on the bloody beach, hell, in the BLOODY STATE, is desperate when Mr. Slater is involved. It's poetic justice: icy inside, burning on the outside... mental sigh and slap, got to quit drooling!
Not that I can... keep from drooling that is.
Paulie-poo is having a jolly great life and enjoying the advantages of being a hottie. Whereas I, well, I'm just mopping in my corner and bitching about Mr. You-know-who. And NO, not the evil man wizard in Harry Potter. Thicko.
Don't worry, I'm just kidding.
But you see, the problem is, I want to just jump the asshole. It's something I can't control. One second I feel like ripping his heart out except that would prove to be an impossibility seeing as he doesn't have one of those, and the next I want to smother him with kisses and get to cloud nine.
Can you understand me? I mean, I don't get myself but still... oh, fuck, this is bloody confusing!
Prescott is putting lotion on Slater and I can't help but think LUCKY BIATCH! God, the way his skin glistens and his tan shows off... he looks like a freaking gladiator mixed with Apollo. He's hot and he knows it, which, NORMALLY, should give him the right to have a big ego but he takes it too far. So, I don't like him, in any freaking way,except for his body. DAMN! I did not say that! Even if I do lust after that gorgeous hottie and those abs to die for doesn't mean I have any POSITIVE feelings for him. Lust isn't a feeling, right?
I don't think it is. It just can't be.
For example, Cee-Cee joined me and the other half of slobbering girls for the eye-feast but is emotionally connected with Adam and feels nothing for Slater. So doesn't that make any sense. I like his bod -who wouldn't- but as for him, nada, nothing... okay, so I might appreciate his wit when it's not directed at me but that's barely anything. I don't LIKE Paul SLater, only lust and that is slightly controled.
RIght?
I'm so fucked, aren't I?
PPOV
All that sighing and gushing is getting to my nerves. I can't even turn without a few girls muttering rather obvious gasps and fluttering their eye-lids in what they consider and enticing way. Haven't they been taught the art of seduction? Because that sure as hell isn't it. I swear I saw a girl checking me out in the most blatant way and she then blushed when I smirked at her. What did she expect? That I'd not notice her starting at me? Honestly, what has the world come to? People these days... (A/N NIFF! HA)
I think I'm beter off covering myself with a towel and driving off home.
But where would the fun be. I'd rather stay here and watch Suze fight against her lusty mind. Can't blame her.
Kelly massaging to hard there, might have to find a replacement.
SPOV
Still am out of my mind. I've got a feeling that blabbering is going to be something quite constant for the next few sunny hours of my life. Not that I mind blabbeirng, I mean it's what makes the world go round, right? If there weren't for blabberers nothing would happen and time would be filled with uncomfortable silences. Just like McDonalds is worth nothing without nuggets and a flashlight needs batteries to work.
Same thing for Slater, he doesn't work without an ego and he doesn't exist without a brain... we all know it's not a heart that he uses because he sure as hell doesn't act like he owns one!
Another point I would like to discuss, Heart or Heartless? That is the question. I mean warm but then completely cold and merciless? Yeah... not exactly your dream date, ladies.
Except maybe for Prescott and her lame possee but they're equally heartless, I mean except when it comes to discussing the new tankini print by whomever there is well, you know, their lives revolve around fashion. I don't blame them because fashion, well, it's one of the things that play an important part in a girl's life.
So now, here I am, showing off my best side towards Mr. Slat-ego and trying to stop myself from making a big mistake, aka walking up, shoving Prescott off that gorgeous hunk of man and taking the job into my own hands and snogging the hell out of the boy.
PPOV
BLOODY HELL! Suze Simon is HOT!
Uh, sorry, my hormones... lost control over them, for a sec but the, how would you react if the girl you've been stalking, seducing and irritating all the time suddenly shows off her best assets in front of your freaking face! Yeah...bloody likely, I know, but it happened. Suze Simon was trying to seduce me back... or, at least, that's the message I'm getting. I think Prescott thinks the same thing because she just pulled the claws out and she looks like a cat fight is not completely out of the question. Where's the mud rink when you need one? (A/N hey, i know i'm being biased about guys and all but hey, girl here, can't read their minds...!lol)
I think I'm going to jump into the water... there's only so much that a guy can take.
SPOV
Well, looks like a still have it... well, whatever it is. Gina has more IT but that's not important because Slater hasn't met her and hasn't met her so yeah, he's mine. Um, NO, sorry, slip of the tongue and GOD HE LOOKS LIKE A GOD! Uh, woops, sorry... I can't think straight. I mean, Paul, pearls of water sliding down his EVER SO GORGEOUS body and oh, my freaking god... I think this lust is WAY too much in the desire category. I think I'm going to go and grab a soda!
PPOV
(smirk, smirk) HA! Simon, shouldn't go in the kitchen if you can't stand the heat. Poor girl, she doesn't know what she's playing with. THough I must say, she did pretty well.