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A/n: Hullo again! Whew...I'm very ,very tired! Lousy school! I'm sooooooooooooo sorry it took me forever to update! Again, I'll have to blame school and...hormones...you know, boys and stuff keep my mind kinda away from writing (damn them! lol...) But anyway, today I stayed home (I have a cold...ugh...)! So I decided to write..:) anyway, thanks to: Ryan Conde, crazyditz, winged seraph, Tori, Green apples take over the world (I love your penname, so funny!) ShalBrenfan, Quicksilver19, Vex, Snowgurl54, Ashley, and Saynt Jimmy you all rock! On with the show...

Chapter three, To the Beach.

The sun was seeping through the curtains, the birds were chirping; all signs of perfection for what was going to be a perfect day. Not to Angelina, of course. The last thing she wanted to do was wake up and find a wonderful day ahead of her...because she didn't felt wonderful at all that day. She felt particularly nasty, irritated, as if her blood had , without any known reason began to boil. She felt something around her waist and suddenly realised it was Sam's arm. This made her feel trapped, suffocated, even more irritable.

Yesterday's night had been a moment of weakness, a moment she couldn't allow to happen again, moreover, it would not happen again. She couldn't get used to these kind of things, she would only end up getting hurt.

She shifted under Sam's arm trying to figure out a way of getting out without him noticing it. Finally she slipped off bed and was on her feet, she walked about the room thinking of what to do. She desperately needed to get out, run...scream.

"Well, first I need to get dressed..." she mussed. She looked at Sam and made sure he was asleep (and that he would stay asleep) before taking her black and stained top. She slipped in a black dress and took off her jeans, she sat on bed quickly grabbed her black boots , cigars and left the room.

Angelina walked downstairs, apparently everyone was gone. She smirked and walked to the kitchen; no one there either. She walked back to the foyer and sat on the stairs. She put on her boots and lighted a cigarette. She was zipping her left boot when she heard:

"So, you're the new girl Sam mentioned."

Angelina gave a small, frightened jump. She turned her head and saw a girl above, in the second floor, smiling at her. "I'm sorry, I scared you," she apologised while she walked down. "I'm Alyssa, by the way. I bet Sam already told you about me, huh?"

"Sure, nice to meet you," Angelina replied, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Alyssa furrowed a bit confused. "Anyway, are you ready?"

"For what?" questioned Angelina.

"For the beach! I thought Sam had told you everything about it, Josh's picking us up in like five minutes."

"Oh...I..."

Suddenly, Sam burst out of his room and came running down the stairs, almost knocking Alyssa down. He had his black hair incredibly messy and his shoelaces untied. He turned to Angelina. "You ready?" he asked

"Uh...no," she answered, it was obvious she was upset. "I'm not going anywhere, so..."

"Come on! You'll enjoy it!" exclaimed Alyssa. "Besides it looks like you need the sun," she added taking notice of Angelina's pale complexion, which was only accentuated by the dark clothes she wore, making her look ghastly. Her dark hair framed her face and made her bright eyes stand out, giving her a cat-like stare.

Angelina slowly rose one of her brows and began to say something, but was interrupted by the loud sound o Josh's horn announcing he had arrived. Reluctantly she allowed Alyssa to drag her outdoors followed by Sam, who didn't seem very happy of seeing Josh.

"Ladies," drawled Josh, "wow, you're looking good today!"

Angelina rolled her eyes. "Sure," she said as she sat on the back seat, Sam sat down next to her.

Alyssa hopped in next to Josh, in the front seat. "Hi," she greeted with a smile on her face. "I'm so glad your dad finally gave your car back."

Josh chuckled. "I know," he said. "So, you guys ready for the beach?"

Angelina met his eyes but said nothing, she just took a big drag of her cigarette, and blowing smoke out of her mouth she continued to stare the scenery on their way to the beach.

"Angelina," said Alyssa. "This is my friend, Josh."

"Good for you..." Angelina thought, though she just mumbled a small, careless : "Hi."

"It's nice to meet you," said Josh as he looked at her from the rear-view mirror. "How's Sam treating you?" Angelina didn't answer. "That bad, huh?" Josh laughed.

Angelina looked at Sam from the corner of her eye. He looked irritated, and she understood perfectly why; this guy, Josh was such an annoying character...she just imagined how good it would feel to reach for his neck and squeeze it with all her strength, strangle him...until he had no breath in him- yeah, that would be nice. She played the images of murdering Josh with her own hands in her mind several times, this actually helped to ignore Josh's continuous rant.

"You must be dying with those boots on, huh?" said Josh once they were walking through the beach, looking for a perfect spot to settle down. Alyssa and Sam walked right behind. "Who brings boots to the beach anyway..."

Angelina scolded at him. "Whatever," she mumbled.

"You're not very talkative, are you?" he inquired, all the time with a big smile of sufficiency. Angelina shook her head in exasperation. "What was your name again, I didn't catch it..." he said quickly changing the subject.

"Angelina," she answered nonchalantly.

"That's a nice name," he said. "Italian?"

She nodded. "My grandmother was Italian, she was called Angelina too."

"Really?"

"Yes..."

"Um, well...my grandfather is called John...his name starts with a J, just like Josh." He smiled.

"God, what a coincidence..."

Josh laughed. "Yeah, that was silly...hahaha...you know I'm not usually like this," he said.

"No?" Angelina asked with fake interest.

"Noup, you make me nervous, you see...you make me be goofy..."

"Translation: you want to get in my pants...I can't believe this guy!" she thought. "Whatever..."

"No, really," he said.

"Uh-huh..."

"You're not believing a single word of what I'm saying, are you?"

"Hmmm...not really," she mused, though she didn't utter a word.

"What could I do to make you believe me?"

"Let's see...what about...dying?" she thought. "Nothing," she said.

"You're adorable." Josh laughed.

Angelina sat on a bench under the cool and comforting shadow of a palm tree. Alyssa laid on the sand enjoying the strong midday sun, while Sam and Josh played throwing a rugby ball. She saw, from behind her dark shades Sam talking to a guy who had suddenly approached him. Apparently they knew each other, the boy shook hands with Josh. She saw Sam pointing in her direction and observed with horror as the boy and Sam came towards her.

"Angelina?" Sam ventured. "Er...I want you to meet someone..."

Angelina shrugged as she opened her backpack and took out her ciggies. "Go ahead..." she mumbled while she stuffed a cigarette in her mouth.

Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Um, this is Cory," he introduced the boy who was wiry and had a red nose.

"Hi," greeted the boy. His voice showed this boy got high...very high.

"Hey," she answered.

"I'm Cory," he introduced himself.

"Yeah, I know..." she reminded him as she raised her right brow, talent she had gained while being a little girl and of which she was ver proud of.

Cory looked at Sam and laughed. "Dude," he said, completely ignoring Angelina. "She's like...this...femme fatale chick...awesome..."

Angelina opened her mouth to protest, but Sam interrupted her. "Yeah, Cory," he said and handed him Josh's ball. "Here, why don't you take this to Josh." Cory took the ball and smiled as he left chuckling as a mental patient.

Sam smiled awkwardly as he sat next to Angelina. "That was Cory," he said chuckling a bit. "He's a nice guy...but I think he likes to get high a bit too much...you know?" Angelina nodded. "So, um...are you having a nice time?"

Angelina turned her covered eyes to Sam. "I guess," she said. "You know you should've told me we were s'possed to come here...I would've brought sunscreen...and my sandals."

"Yeah, sorry about that," he apologised. "You want an ice cream? I'll pay... "

Angelina smiled faintly. " Well, that's sweet," she thought. "Sure, that'd be nice," she said. And with that they both stood up and made their way to find some ice cream, finding nothing to talk about except their hatred towards Josh. "At least we have something in common," Angelina thought. She didn't know how much Sam and her had in common and she was about to find out.

A/n: Yay! Third chapter! I hoped you liked it, sorry it took me so long and sorry if it's too incoherent...I feel like I'm drained lately, you know I have no inspiration left for nothing:(...stupid block...well, anyhow, REVIEW! Thanks for your time guys!