Mortals

Dare Me!

I decided to pass my attention to them after realizing I was the reason for the conversation.

Those three were referring to me. They called my outfit PJs as well.

[Usually, when more than one person tell you the same thing, it literally becomes a fact. But sometimes it could just be that the carrier of the false news got lucky to meet with chatters, or like some would say gossipers, who help with the passing of the false news.] In my case, I'm just surrounded by naysayers or you could say people with a sorry sense of fashion.

“Ugly, can't you hear us? Move!" The third girl ordered again.

I can't believe this sorry fashionista called my outfit a night garment.

I mean look at that one calling me ugly. She has shaggy brown hair, that looks like it's missed it's chances with a stylist for decades.

She has on a sorry grandma pink jacket, and a red long scarf dangling around it. I'm not so sure she has anything underneath it, but if she's as much an amateur as she behaves, I'll bet it's a b*a that is a matching colour with her yellow panties.

“I think she's dumb guys!" She announced confusingly.

“Not dumb, stubborn." The second girl argues.

“Hey, you better leave now while we're still being nice." The second girl added.

This one, not so bad, but the make-up. I'd say she must be a bold one to wear that much to a playa (beach).

“Enough! I'll handle this myself." The first girl said, finally rejoining the conversation.

“Can you please leave?

You see, we're important people, and we get disturbed a lot when too close to civilization, so we prefer to crash here-"

Okay, this one suddenly speaks like she has a brain. I wasn't quite sure she had one with the way she initially spoke, and ofcourse that outfit.

Who wears purple b*a, with a purple jacket rapped above the belly button, and a black necklace, with wine and gold rapper skirt below, to a beach.

Let's not forget the heels, they were all wearing heels. Aside from miss I forgot to visit the hair stylist for a month. She was barefooted.

Everything is so off with this guys.

“Don't beg her. She doesn't deserve such modesty Helen." The third girl complains.

“This is a strict RFC's zone, and if you aren't one, you don't have the right to be here." She concluded.

“Okay, okay, that's about enough." I finally responded.

“Firstly, what's a RFCs?" I asked confusingly.

“Ha! she doesn't know what RFCs means, and she's a student here, gosh." She replied laughing weirdly.

“Please, just tell her so she could flush off." The first girl replies in a carefree manner.

I take back the compliment I gave her. She's definitely an airhead.

“It means– Rich Famous Celebrity students spot." The third girl explains proudly.

“Shouldn't it be the RFCSS then?" I asked stylishly, and they all sighed to that thoughtfully.

“Wait, I think it's Reserved for the famous celebrity students." The second girl argues.

“Then it should be R-F-T-F-C-S." I replied mockingly.

I actually don't care about that, I'm just trying to get under their skins, like they got under mine.

“Its the Rich Famous Celebrity spot you morons." The first girl corrects arrogantly.

“Anyways, it definitely doesn't sound like a thing to me.

The beach is for everyone.

If you wanna run a celebrity hanging spot, go get a program or show online, or go to the red carpet. But as for sea sand, it's God made, and anyone whose got a bot, huge or small, expensive or cheap, can sit their a*s on the sand." I replied turning my attention back to the beach.

Why were they keeping a distance from me though?

Men, they almost made me think there was some soap opera (drama) going on that was gonna be quite entertaining. Like the classic “You're the one pulling me back on my potential” between people who are apparently supposed to be friends.

They stood staring at me for some reason.

“Sorry sweets. You're in my sunlight." I added playfully.

“You'll pay for this one day clown!" I heard the first girl mutter under her breath in a threatening tone before storming off.

“Hm." The second girl sighed furious, going after her.

“Bi**h!" The third girl cursed, then left as well.

Sometimes I wish I still had that bodyguard wrestler lady dad made follow me around through kindergarten and part of my junior high school years.

Stuffs like this could never happen when she was around. People even feared coming close to me.

It was annoying at times, but at least it saved me the pressure of getting bullied, or having to have such meaningless conversations.

I tried to return to my tossing stone game, when I felt someone crash next to me.

“That was cool." The person said.

It was a masculine tone, I almost assumed it was Mister cooler, but then, his tone was much less flirtatious, and less honey toned.

“What was?" I asked confusingly.

“The way you stood up to those nuisance." He replied.

“I'm Eric by the way." He added, giving me his hand for a shake.

“I didn't actually mean that." I said turning away, ignoring his hand. For some reason, I didn't feel like taking it.

Perhaps he's another obnoxious rich kid who thinks he can have whatever he wants. I mean he even sat next to me without warning, or requesting to.

I know I said the sea sand could be occupied by any body's bot, but there's still a thing called personal space.

“I was just a bit pissed is all. I already had stuffs going." I added tossing a stone as far as I could into the sea. The force got it hopping above the water and in, Six times, before it finally fell into gravity's grip.

“They do deserve it." He replied to my amusement. I feel like he has an history with them.

I just hope it's not similar to Julia and cooler guy, or I'm gonna be freaked out by the odd similar occurrences.

“Those three have made it a prime ambition in their lives to make people who aren't top class fellows like themselves live miserably.

They've been at it since middle school. You'd think they'd have outgrown this childish behavior in college, but well." He concluded.

“I don't blame them, it's just the nature the Rich gets born with." He added.

Nature?! I need more enlightenment on that. So, I'd know if I'd maybe catch up on those in the future.

This kid really hasn't met any top class human being all his life. I wish he met my mom. She was this sweet gullible pretty lady.

I say gullible cause that lady could give a hug to a person she knows has an intention to kill her, just to make them happy.

She could even cut her heart out if it brings joy to a person.

That lady definitely didn't learn a thing from Snow White. Perhaps its one reason she didn't last long.

“By the way, sorry I just crashed next to you. I got carried away by the moment I forgot to ask first." He suddenly apologizes.

“Its fine." I replied.

He is a gentleman after all.

“Thanks for not taking offense in that and responding to me. I didn't think there could be any such teen girl in this age anymore with such perseverance." He added.

At least I could tell he's straightforward. He knows what he knows, whether so, not so, or both sided.

“So, you're here alone?" Eric added stylishly. Then I scanned to see if I could find any trace of Julia, and when I couldn't I replied.

“Pretty much, or do stiff dogs still count for a pet?" I asked stylishly.

“No, I don't think so." He replied confusingly.

“Well then no, I don't think so either." I concluded.

“So, are you-" He continued, but all I could hear was the sound of a crowd, and see his mouth moving.

Wait, why was there a sound of a crowd raging towards where we were seated?

I turned around to find a storm of human beings running towards where we sat

Did I misunderstand this guy? Perhaps he's this rich guy as well who has grown weary of the top class life just like I've grown to.

“Sorry, I said are you here as well for the Surfing tournament?" He repeated spelling out loudly each words.

“The surfing monument?" I repeated confusingly.

The people around began cheering and I lost him again for another five. I asked what was going on, but I bet he couldn't hear me.

What on Earth is a surfing monument? Some statue made of water and board display? Is he some kind of artist?

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To Be Continued...