Chapter 1
968 Words
My eyes flew open when I felt my friend tap me on the cheek.
“Avi, we’re here already.” I looked around inside the van and realized we were the only ones left.
“I’ve been trying to wake you for a while. I thought you were having a nightmare because you were crying. Still not over your breakup with Josh, huh?” she teased.
I immediately touched my cheek and, true enough, I was crying.
But it wasn’t because of the breakup. It was because of that dream. I don’t even know why it hurt so much—after all, it was just a dream.
“Come on, they’re all waiting for us,” Anya said, so I nodded and followed her out of the van. I immediately spotted our friends pulling their suitcases along.
“Look who’s finally awake—sleeping beauty!”
I rolled my eyes at Martin’s teasing—Anya’s boyfriend.
“Let’s check in already. It’s so hot here, look, the sun is way up high!” said Ellaine dramatically.
“Oh my gosh, listen to this one—‘it’s so hot’,” Angelo mimicked her voice, making us all laugh.
“I’ll carry your bag,”
I turned to Josh as he spoke beside me.
“No need, it’s light. I can handle it.”
Josh is my ex-boyfriend. We didn’t break up in a bad or painful way; it was an amicable breakup. We both agreed it was better to remain friends.
I smiled at him before following our friends inside the resort to check in. Since they were all in couples, even though Anya, Ellaine, and I wanted to share one room, their boyfriends protested. In the end, I had a room separate from them—and I ended up sharing it with Josh. Yes, we’re still friends, but it would be super awkward to share a room, right?
When I entered my room, I placed my bag on a chair. The room was nice—just like a typical hotel room: minimal design, a small bathroom, a bed, a little desk, a built-in closet, a mini-fridge, and a TV.
I sat on the bed, and the dream I had earlier came flooding back into my mind. It’s always the same one, over and over again. And every time I wake up from it, I’m already crying. I’m so affected by it. Maybe Anya is right—maybe it really is because of the breakup. Maybe no matter how much I deny it, deep down, I’m still hurting.
My phone screen lit up, and a notification popped in—it was a message from Ellaine.
“Hey girl, let’s go to the beach. I want to sunbathe already.”
I chuckled softly at her message. Even though it was just a text, I could still hear her conyo accent in my head. She acts like she doesn’t complain about the heat, but she was the first to do so at the entrance earlier.
“Okay, I’ll just get changed,” I replied. I grabbed a two-piece bikini and covered it with jean shorts.
When I got out of the resort, I quickly saw them.
“Wow, must be nice to be fair skinned and sexy. Tell me, what did your mama tie around your waist to make it that curvy?” Anya teased.
“A belt,” I joked.
The truth is, I don’t even know. Maybe it’s just genetics.
We spent the whole afternoon hanging out at the beach. The two couples were all lovey-dovey on the side while I sat under an umbrella scrolling on my phone. Josh said he was just sleeping in his room.
“It’s so hot. Let’s go buy ice cream,” Ellaine said as she dusted the sand off her body.
“Yes, I want some too. I heard their tropical ice cream here is really good,” Anya added. So I agreed, and we walked over to a tiki hut where there were different kinds of snacks.
“Three chocolate ice creams and two tropical, please,” Anya ordered.
“Look, so many girls over there,” Ellaine pointed to a group of girls.
“I bet the guy in the middle is cute,” she added, referring to the man with his back to us.
“You and your obsession with handsome guys. Girl, you have a boyfriend,” I told her.
“So? Is it wrong to just look? He practically ogles every girl that walks by,” she shot back.
“Come on, let’s check it out,” she said, pulling me toward the guy.
“I don’t want to, Ellaine. What if Anya looks for us?” I resisted.
“Just a minute. Who knows—he might be your ‘the one’.”
I had no choice as she dragged me toward the small crowd of girls. There were only about five of them.
“Excuse me, a beautiful girl is passing through—make way,” Ellaine said as she pushed past them, drawing annoyed reactions. Sometimes, I feel secondhand embarrassment because of her. But as a best friend, I just support her—as long as she’s not doing anything wrong.
“Hi, my friend thinks you’re cute,” she said in her usual conyo way, then pulled me beside her.
“Hey! Stop that! I didn’t say that!” I protested, turning to the guy to apologize—but he looked absolutely shocked when he saw me.
Do I have dirt on my face or something?
He was handsome, looked like a foreigner, fair-skinned, sharp nose, and green eyes, his dark brown hair falls on his forehead making him effortlessly look good. A greek f*****g God.
“Mom?”
What the f**k!
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