-Cassie-

-Alex's POV-

I twist and turn till I manage to some wake myself up.

I pull myself up, groaning and pull myself out of bed. I wrap a blanket around me and head to the kitchen.

Chris' dad is sitting there already with a cup of coffee.

I lean against the counter making myself some coffee.

"Sleep well?" He asks.

"Restlessly actually." I frown.

"Well, it'll change soon." He insists.

I nod, taking a sip from my coffee.

"Who were the friends you made last night then?" He asks.

"Just basic people, they're nice." I insist.

"I'll have to meet them some time." He says, ruffling his paper.

I nod.

There's then a knock at the door.

"That's for you." He mutters.

I walk to the door, opening it.

"Cassie?" I question.

"Hey Alex!" Cassie says, hugging me.

I hug back, "what's up?"

"We're all down at the beach and we were wondering as you live right here, would you possibly want to join us?" She asks.

"Sure, want to come in and wait or?" I ask.

She nods and steps inside closing the door.

I gesture her to take a seat on the sofa while I go and get changed.

After I've decided what clothes to wear, me and Cassie start to make our way to the beach.

"Your house is nice." She says.

"Eh, it's not mine, it's a friends you could say." I say.

"Well, your friend must be pretty cool." She laughs.

"They really are." I laugh with her.

She points out the direction of the others, so we swiftly get there.

"Hey!" Jason says.

"Hey." I reply.

I spot someone new sitting next to David.

"That's his girlfriend." Cassie whispers taking a seat.

I nod, sitting beside her, "she's pretty."

I notice Cassie frown a bit.

"Don't worry, you're prettier." I smile.

She smiles, "least someone thinks so."

She turns her gaze back to the boys all staring at her.

"I don't know, maybe it's the fact she's pretty or revealing a lot of cleavage if you get me and we're basically young adults so, it's natural?" I whisper.

"I guess." She looks at the ground.

"Come on, don't be down, you'd be able to pull something like that off a lot easier and still look amazing." I grin.

"Really?" She asks.

I nod, "yep. I have a friend whose similar to you, she's all bubbly and energetic, she's one of the nicest people I've met but if something happens it'll all go down hill from there."

"What's her name?" Cassie asks, looking at me in an admiring way.

"Kim, she's beautiful and smart with her words." I chuckle.

"Do you miss them?" Charles cut in, taking a seat beside Cassie, turning it into a triangle.

"Yeah, a lot. Especially my best friends but they're okay, I know they are." I half-heartedly smile.

"Does it hurt?" Charles asks.

"Does what hurt?" I ask.

"Being far away from your girlfriend?" Charles asks.

"You have a girlfriend?" Cassie asks.

"It wouldn't be a surprise." Someone else cuts in.

I look up to see David, "eh sorry, I was getting uncomfortable over there, Jason you know, getting too friendly with MY girlfriend so I just yeah."

Cassie pats the ground beside her and he takes a seat.

"I don't have a girlfriend but I have someone I love, if that makes sense." I frown.

"What are they like?" David asks.

I picture Trott in my brain, laughing, talking, sleeping, eating and all the weird things I watched him do too.

"They're fucking adorable." I chuckle, looking at the ground.

Cassie sighs, "I want a relationship."

"You'll get one." David insists.

"She's pretty isn't she?" I ask, pointing at Cassie.

"Yeah." Charles says.

"Who said she wasn't?" David asks, getting annoyed.

"She did." I add.

Cassie looks at the ground.

"Come on, I'm sure there's a way you can show of your beauty." Charles laughs.

"Yeah but obviously I can't." She growls.

"Why not?" David asks.

"Because everyone's definition of beauty is just having your breasts out!" She snarls, getting up and stomping off.

We all look at each other.

"Girls, hey?" David laughs.

"I'll go talk to her." Charles says getting up.

I get up and rest my hand on Charles shoulder and whisper, "I'll talk to her."

"What crawled up her arse and exploded?" Jason laughs, coming over to us.

"The truth?" I scoff, walking away.

I don't blame her for always getting fed up with these guys.