Past
Jasmine
I didn't stop until I reached the warm white sand. I continued to walk to the shore and let the cold water of the waves cover my feet. It felt soothing to my raging nerves. I stood there for quite a while.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw some movements and turned to see a boy my age standing next to me. Exactly like I was. He was wearing a shirt, all the buttons were undone and open. He paired it with some shorts.
As I was done checking him out, he turned to me and smiled. The boy was perfection, not that it did anything to my heart. But those dreamy eyes and shaggy blonde hair paired with those pink pouty lips. The girls must be having a hard time competing for his attention.
''Hey, I am Marcus. I live down the beach. You are''
''Hi, I am Jasmine.'' I offered with
