A/N: Thanks goes to my ladies Tiff & Shiff? hehe
Chapter 3
I didn't feel like eating, so I headed down to the beach instead. I found a quiet spot to lie down, or so I thought. I had just fallen asleep when I felt something hit my head. I looked up to see a frisbee sitting beside me and the football guy from last night, running towards me.
"You," I hissed, picking up the frisbee. "Are you fucking stupid or something," I asked, throwing the frisbee at him full force.
"I'm so sorry," he laughed as it bounced off his stomach. "I never saw you there, your black clothes completely blended you in with the sand. You were practically camouflaged."
I flipped him off. Fucking asshole. What was his problem? I got up and dusted myself off, grabbing my bag and stomping away.
"Hey!" he called, running after me. "It was just a joke. I didn't mean to offend you. You look hot in black."
I screwed my face up. Was he trying to hit on me now?
"You're not really a people person are you?" he asked, jogging beside me, trying to keep up.
"It depends on the person."
"Ah. So, I'm getting the impression that you don't really like me?"
"I'm not overly fond of people who keep hitting me with shit."
He held his hands up. "I apologize. The first one was honestly an accident and the second one was… Well, I wanted to talk to you."
"And you couldn't just walk up to me and say 'hey', like any normal person?"
He shrugged. "I'm shy."
"Yeah, well you don't look shy to me. Listen, I don't know if the whole 'oops, I hit you with my ball, frisbee etc' normally works for you or whatever, but I'm not interested. I'm not here for a summer fling."
"Then why are you here?"
I glared at him. This guy didn't know when to give up. "I'm here to look after my sick aunt."
"That's nice of you." I shrugged. "So how are you able to look after her when you're sleeping on a beach?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but I came out for some fresh air. She's lying down, sleeping at the moment."
"Oh. Okay. So, where does this aunt live?"
I raised my eyebrow at him. "Like I'm gonna tell you that. You could be a serial killer for all I know."
He laughed. "Okay, fair enough. Well, at least tell me your name. So, I can call out a greeting to you the next time I see you."
"Maria."
"Well, Maria, I'm Edward. It's been a pleasure speaking with you. Maybe I'll see you around sometime?"
"I wouldn't count on it."
He laughed, before turning and running back to his friends.