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expectation it would last forever. Now, here he is, broken hearted and settling for his second choice school, as well as the possibility of losing his dream of a pro football career if he doesn't get his crap together before season. What did he do all that for, absolutely nothing?
    I look over and see Presley standing behind her towel, adjusting her perky C-cups, as if her breasts aren't hanging out enough already. Shaking my head, I pull my towel from my bag and spread it flat beside hers. In a sense, Presley doesn't date either, at least not one person. After her breakup with Corey last fall, she swore off men, in the emotional sense anyway. Her heart will and always be made of ice because of him, or so she says; I think it is because secretly she's keeping her options open in hopes of attaining Konnor. Their relationship was similar to throwing gasoline to flame, so for now she enjoys being an upper class slut.
    "Do you have to do that? Adjust that top anymore and they're going to fall out." Taking a seat on my towel, I pull my hair back in a loose bun on top of my head and grab for my bag. Digging through its contents, I pull out my iPhone and earphones, along with my water and tanning essentials. Pulling off my cover-up and flip flops, I toss them in the bag and set it to the side. Finally, I begin spreading the sunscreen on my face and shoulders before applying the tanning oil to the remainder of my body.
    Presley sits beside me on her towel and begins coating her legs with tanning oil as well. "Hey, just because you're celibate and hate male attention doesn't mean the rest of us do. Maybe you should try something new, you're becoming a bit of a grump these days. All of that built up sexual frustration is starting to show," she laughs swirling her finger in front of my face. "You never know, you might like having the girls played with," she winks as her eyes trail down to my chest.
    Rolling my eyes, I turn to acknowledge some of the other girls from the squad. "Hey you guys. What's up? It's nice out today, right?" Lexi and Madison are sitting, sprawled out in their beach loungers on rental. I still haven't figured out what they have against the sand. What's the point in coming to the beach if you aren't going to enjoy it to its fullest? They always were the prissy two of the group.
    I'm starting to think they can't hear me, when finally Lexi pulls her eyes from the volleyball game and slides her shades down her nose, lifting a brow. "You really have to ask with all of that man candy right in front of your face?" She smirks as if I have just asked her what two plus two is. 
    I scrunch my nose causing my eyebrows to wrinkle, "You too? All of you are hopeless," I say and lay down to work on my tan. At least one of us is going to leave with some dignity left intact. It looks like that person is going to be me, since I am the only one that's not practically drooling over the shirtless guys before us.
    I plug my earphones into my iPhone and start my music. I was just about to drift off to sleep, listening to the sweet voice of Colbie Caillat, when something smacks me right in the face. Startled, I scream, more like a squeak, and jump to my feet. "What the heck!"  I look down at the sand and see a volleyball lying beside my towel. I bend over and reach down to pick it up, so I can toss it back to the guys playing. "You could be a little more careful," I yell picking up the ball in my hands, then stand up.
    When I turn around, I'm staring right at a chest; a sweaty, smooth, tan and muscular chest. My face is so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body. My eyes widen and trail upward to see who is standing in front of me. They lock with a pair of midnight blue eyes, deep and rich, like staring into the midnight sky. For a second I forgot where I was, at a loss for words.
    As my eyes scan his face, Mister name unknown swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, when his mouth opens. "I'm really sorry about that. I