[Tank Top.Shorts.Flip-Flops.Sunglasses.Ponytail.Bathing Suit]



Isabella grabbed her bag, that carried her book, Ipod, cell phone, towel, and suntan lotion, and headed out the door. She had her aviator sunglasses on, her bathing suit, tanktop, shorts, and flip flops. She stuck her bag in the passengers seat of her jeep, and backed out of the driveway slowly. She had always been a very safe driver, but she hated it because of everyone telling her that she drove 'way to cautiously'. It's just that she didn't want to have a wreck, because she was scared of them. Ever since her father died from a wreck she had always been very cautious about driving. She turned the radio off as she turned into a parking spot, close to the beach. She grabbed her bag and got out, locking her jeep. She walked down to the sandy, hot beach and saw many people there. It was a calm, yet hot, Saturday and she needed to catch up on her tanning. She laid out her towel and slipped off her shorts and tank top. She grabbed her book and laid down on the towel, so that she was facing the beach and was also laying on her stomach so that the sun would hit her back. She had put her sun-tan lotion on the places that she could reach, which was mostly everywhere. She smiled to herself as she opened her book to where her bookmark showed.

Why was Zakk outside of bed on a Saturday in broad daylight? Good question. Apparently one he didn't have an answer to. But there he was, walking slowly towards the beach since he didn't feel like driving. His personal life was a mess right now, with him being so confused over what he really wanted and right now, he had figured that a good long walk down by the beach would calm everything down. Maybe after this he would see everything clearer. Though, he did know what he needed in order for that to happen.

As he was walking, there were a couple of boys tossing a ball and one of them happened to hit it a bit far, knocking someone's book out of their hands. Zakk went over there and threw the ball back, looking at the girl that had been disturbed. "I'm sorry, the guys didn't mean to." He politely said, even if he had no idea who those guys were. But hey, he had to be nice right? It was only polite.

Isabella had made it to chapter one when her book was knocked right out of her hands. She looked up, trying not to face the sun, and squinted her eyes to see who was standing there. She didn't know many people. Her sunglasses were not helping her during this sunny time but luckily the stranger stepped in front of the sun and handed her, her book. She smiled and sat up, dusting the sand from her book. She let out a small laugh, and continued to look at the guy. ''Oh no it's fine. No need to apologize. It was an accident.'' She said to the man. She had always been the kind of person that would dismiss something tiny.