The Story of Us
Chapter 1-i used to think one day id tell the story of us
I looked at the clock and sighed. fifteen minutes until i could leave. in 15 minutes i would leave school and all my problems for the weekend. i had to suffer for a three hour car ride and then i could be at peace. every second of everyday i longed to be on the lacrosse field. finally, after a grueling two weeks of no lacrosse, my club team had its first tournament in Ocean City, MD. Lacrosse, the beach, and hot lax bros: theres nothing better. after listening to Mrs. Clark drone on and on about women's rights, i got the call that i was leaving. i grabbed my backpack and headed out the front door.
"thank God," was all i could think. I got in the car, said hello to my mom, and put in my headphones. I bobbed my head to the music, lip-syncing to Justin Bieber and Taylor Swift, thinking about everything in store for me this weekend. Soon, we pulled up to the Princess Royale hotel. My mom dropped me off with our bags and headed to park the car. At the door I was met by my friends. Lots of squeals and hugs came as I was reunited with them. Just then, my best friend Dana, whom I hadnt seen in months. We jumped and hug and screamed until we were hoarse. After we moved our bags into our room, we slipped into our bikinis and headed to the beach. Dana and I quickly found the perfect spot to get a nice tan and scope out all the hot lacrosse boys playing in the weekend's tournament. Boys walked by and we rated them. Sometimes, they heard and, if their number was low, gave us dirty looks.
"Ohmygosh! Look!" exclaimed Dana. "LIZ! SAM! AMANDA! MOLLY!" Our teammates saw us and ran over.
"Boy shopping, ladies?" asked Sam.
"I'm in," said Molly, Sam's twin, as she lay down her towel.
"Yay!" said Amanda, "I'm so over Brenden. He doesn't even play lacrose. What was I thinking?!" We all shook our heads; it's not that we had anything against non-lacrosse players, we just didn't get along well with them.
The day wore on and the sun began to set. We decided to get dinner and chill in the huge hot tubs on the hotel's deck. We went to the little food stand on the beach and made our way up the deck's steep steps. Once in the hot tub, we resumed our gossip. As I was shoving a huge piece of cheeseburger in my mouth, two of the hottest guys I've ever seen walked up to our hot tub. The shorter one with gorgeous green eyes spoke.
"Hey, Sam. Hey, Molly. Mind if we join you?"