Rolling Dice [sample]

5: Rolling Dice

Hello again! :) here's the beach party chapter, on time, as promised! Hope you all enjoy it :)

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Chapter 5

I look up, and the guy who snuck up on me is holding out a plastic red cup to me. Then, I realize that this guy is actually kinda hot. He’s broad shouldered and tanned, and his hair is blond and a bit wavy. He has these chocolate brown eyes, a piercing color, and they’re looking right at me.

Oh, and then I realize he called me pretty.

And this is one occasion when I just can’t hold back a blush.

I eye the drink he’s offering while inside I’m kind of freaking out (in a good way) that this guy called me pretty, and I know I should try to flirt – because this hot guy is talking to me. Me!

Instead, I blurt, “Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to take things from strangers?”

I know it’s not the kind of thing I should say even as I am saying it, but by then it’s too late.

He laughs, though, like I just made a good joke. Then he sits beside me. I’m shocked, but so not complaining – for the first time in my life, a hot guy is choosing to sit beside me, laughing like I’m actually funny I can see him starting to talk again, but I blurt out more words without thinking.

“Do you always use that pick-up line on girls?”

I want to slap myself in the face. Then turn to dust.

I am just such an idiot!

“Only on the lonely girls,” he jokes, and winks at me. The blush rises in my cheeks again; I can’t stop it. I gulp at how close he is to me, but my heart races at the thrill of having someone like him interested in me.

“I’m Bryce,” he tells me, and offers the drink out to me again. “There. Now I’m not a stranger.”

I laugh, and this time I take the drink. I’m tempted to take a sip, but I know my parents would kill me – and besides, I don’t even know what it is. I think it’s cider, or beer, but who knows? So I don’t. I just hold the cup.

Bryce. I bet he’s like, the quarterback or something. He just emits that kind of social standing – the confidence, the winning smile, the way he carries himself. It all screams Mr. Star Football Player, and Mr. Popular. It makes me wonder why he’s sat here, talking to me.

I wonder where Dwight is. Because shouldn’t he be back already?

Then I realize that this guy, Bryce, is waiting for me to give him my name, and I think, I’m such a dork. I must’ve paused too long though, since he carries on.

“So where are you from, Lonely Girl? I haven’t seen you around.”

He says it like he knows anyone and everyone.

And he probably does.

“Maine,” I answer. “I’m from Maine.”

“Really? Oh. That’s cool.”

“No, it’s not. LA is cool. New York City is cool. Where I’m from, it’s boring.”

He laughs again. “I’ll take your word for it. So you’re gonna be coming to school at Midsommer?”

I nod. “I’ll be a junior,” I say aloud, when Bryce doesn’t fill my silence again.

“Cool. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”