I get to the beach and take of my dress. Standing in my one peice bathing suit.

My hair down and blowing in the wind. Zach drags me down to the water so we can run in it.

The bag my mom gave me had a matching beachy bow that really made me look cute.

We run into the rushing cold water. And the coldness shocks my skin making me yelp. "Ahhhhhhh!" A smile appears on my face and Zach lifts me up from behind.

I lift up my legs raising them to my chest, and wrapping my arms around Zach's.

He runs me to the warm sand and sets me down. He leans in and kisses me, then pulls away.

His friends run to us and snap us out of our moment. One girl is white with strawberry blonde hair, a nose and lip piercing, tattoo, and black swimsuit.

She smiles at Zach and nudges his shoulder. "Hey, wanna go for a swim?" She asks.

Jealousy rises in me and I stand by Zach, "hey babe want anything?" I ask, he shakes his head.

The girl shoots me a cold glare, and I give one back to her before I walk away with Zach.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" I ask Zach. He nods and holds my hand as we walk along the beach. "So, what's up?"

"Who's that pink hair chick?"  "Arrabelle? Why, did she do something to you?"
"No, well sorta, has she ever said she liked you?" I ask.

He laughs, "no why, me and her are just friends." "Yah, but that may not be what she thinks." "She asked you if you wanted to swim. And when I came over and called you babe she gave me the boochiest glare ever." I say.

"If it makes you feel better I'll ask her and then tell you. Okay?" I nod and say 'okay' back. I kiss him and we walk back to his friends.
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The sun dips low in the blue silent water. The orange creme and pink skies spreading and making dark shillouets appear.

I walk over to the group and see what they are doing. Some of you may have guessed it.

Drugs.

My heart races and my throat gets dry. My nerves start up, "just try to be cool." Zach whispers.

He hands something over to me but I don't look at what drug it is. "No way in hell am I doing this." I whisper.

I throw it at the sand and walk to Zach's car. I get there and he appears soon after.

"What is your problem?" He asks annoyed. "My problem, is those crack heads want me to go down their and do things I shouldn't?"

"All they wanna do is get high by the beach! I'm not going to ruin myself with these disgusting drugs because you want me to fit in with your pathetic little crowd!" I yell.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm gonna drop you off." He gets in the car and slams the door. "Didn't that d*** Michael guy show you how to loosen your strings and grow some wings or some shiz?! Just cause you don't wanna do drugs doesn't mean you have to make me look uncool!"

"DRUGS! Don't make you look cool, so if you think that, then get as high as the stars. And then maybe you'll be a celebrity!" I stop yelling and tears fall from my eyes down in my lap.

He lays a hand on my thigh and I slap it away. "Don't touch me, just, drop me off and don't call me." I say, he scoffs and the rest of the ride contains mean glares.
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I lay back in bed and release all my emotions and cry into my pillow. Loud sobs come from me and they are muffled, no relationship will ever work for me.

Love isn't easy, not like the books, shows, or movies. It's hard as hell and let me tell you. It'll be hard to find the one.
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I cried myself to sleep last night because of Zach and the peer pressure drug issue.

He knows me, or at least I thought. A million thoughts roam in my head making it harder to focus on just one.

My mom enters the room smiling. "Your dad and I are going out. So, feel free to do as you please. As long as you don't get drunk, high, preagnant, arrested, or hurt. Otherwise do as you please." She says, I nod and she leaves the room.

I get up and throw on a pastel blue long t-shirt with black leggings and pastel blue shoes. I do my make up and walk downstairs.

My phone rings in my hand and I answer it.

"Hello, look can you come over so we can talk about last night?"

"What is there to talk about. You know me, I don't do those things. Am I supposed to change for you, because the only guy I was ever really good enough for was Bryan."

"Look, I'm so so sorry for what happened. I peer pressured you into something I know you shouldn't and wouldn't do. Truth is I didn't know what to do either so I paniced. But, if you wanna be in the argument we can. But I love you."

"No, it's fine. We can go out and grab a bite to eat. I forgive you, but ever try to do anything like that again I will break up with you."

"And end Zarmella?" He says playfully.

I let out a snort and then hang up I grab my black purse. Waiting to be picked up by Zach.