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Chapter 2

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Megan's point of view:

I wrapped a towel around myself tightly and stepped out of the bathroom. After a shower I really needed, I felt calmer. I stepped towards my suitcase and leaned down and started looking for something comfortable to wear with one hand, other one still holding up my towel.

"Nice legs," a sexy manly voice behind me remarked. I jumped of surprise and almost dropped a towel. I quickly turned around and noticed a guy leaning on the doorframe, smirking. He was truly hot, I admit it. He had messy blonde hair, which looked really good in a combination with his beautiful turquoise blue eyes, which were sparkling mischievously. His full pink lips were curled in a sexy smirk, he had defined cheek bones and a straight nose.

He was wearing a tight white shirt, which emphasized his muscular arms and well defined torso, designed gray shorts and slippers.

"Who the hell are you?" I exclaimed as I tried to settle my towel on myself again, making sure to cover everything I needed. His smirk grew wider as he noticed my struggle. "I'm your new roommate, didn't anyone tell you you'll be living with a sexy beast?"

I snored, turned around and continue to search through my clothes. "Get out," I ordered with a strict voice.

He chuckled. "Do you really think you'll get rid of me so quickly?" I found a loose T-shirt and pulled it out, together with sweat shorts and white bikini. "No," I answered and faced him. "Annoying guys like you are never easy to get rid of. But I have my strategies."

He chuckled again and stepped closer to me. "Oh really? Enlighten me, please." I rolled my eyes. "First, let me dress up and then I will 'enlighten you.'"

"I'm not preventing you from doing that now, do I?" he broadened his arms.

"Just … Give me a second, annoying boy," I whined and he smirked. "Fine." He turned around, and just when I started changing, turned around again and faced me. I shrieked as I quickly covered myself. "What the hell?" I exclaimed.

"You asked me to give you a second, and I did. Your welcome."

I groaned and he chuckled. "Okay fine, fine. I will give you 10 second, that's how generous am I."

"10 seconds? What the hell?" I started to oppose, but he turned around and was already counting down the numbers, so I quickly pulled on my bottom bikini part and shorts, clasped my bra and quickly pulled on my T-shirt, before he faced me again.

"Oh no," he pulled down his lips with two fingers, making a sad face. "What?" I murmured, annoyed. "I hoped you won't be finished with everything, so I could help you!" he whined like a little kid and threw his arms in the air. I couldn't help but laugh.

"So," he said and threw himself on my bed, "Sky tells me you are pretty rebellious and stubborn. Is that true?"

"It depends on what you count as rebellious and stubborn. And get the hell out of my bed, stranger, I don't even know you and you're already laying on my bed? Classy." I replied as I removed his legs of my bed so I could threw myself on it.

"Well then, let's get to know each other!" He exclaimed and quickly sat up on the bed, clasping his hands. I got up and faced him. "You know you're acting a lot like a little kid, right? And no, I don't want to get to know you, I already know who you are."

"Ow, so you're a little miss stalker, huh? I never thought you are like that, but okay, I can live with that too. I know I'm too hot and sexy to resist me." He winked at me and I scoffed.

"You know what I mean. I know guys like you. Self–confident, horny, thinking you are the smartest, hottest and best person on the whole wide world, using girls, breaking their hearts and so on. And I don't like that kind of guys."

"It seems that guys like that are very known to you," he cocked his head on side. "And, for your information, I'm not that kind of guy." I scoffed again. "Sure, of course you aren't." I replied sarcastically, but he just shrugged. "You'll see. Now, I'm Drew Thomas," he said and offered me a hand. I looked it and rolled my eyes. Then I shook it. "Megan Williams." I replied and looked in his beautiful eyes.

"Well, Megan Williams, I'm sure we will have a lot of fun together." He said with a wink.

"Whatever," I murmured, got off the bed and grabbed my towel. "Where are you going? He shouted and jumped out of the bed. He came after me and threw his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. "I'd like to come," He whispered in my ear and I shivered. "Swimming," I replied, got out of his grip and quickly ran through the door.

Ryan's point of view:

I just packed my things out of my suitcase, when I heard the door close and then some muffled sounds. Suddenly, the sound died down. "Hey, is anyone here?" A low voice called. I coughed nervously and stepped out of my room. "Just me," I said embarrassed.

I saw a young dark-haired man standing in front of me. His eyebrows were currently furrowed, his pink lips slightly pouted. "Um, who are you?" he asked and I starched the back of my head, taking a step closer to him. "I'm your new roommate? Did no one tell you?" His face suddenly lighted and he smiled at me. "Oh God, I'm so sorry, I totally forgot!" He said and offered me his hand. "My name is Landon Miller. And you must be …"

"Ryan," I hurried and took his hand, shaking it. "Nice to meet you." He smiled and turn around the fridge. "Ryan, huh? Strange name for a girl."

"Yeah, I know," I replied, my confidence finally coming back. "But I like it. It's something special, you know, so I'm not like other blondie girls." He chuckled and I continued. "You know, I'd much rather be a guy than a girl." He started laughing and I smiled. looked at him again. He looked really pretty, with warm brown eyes, black hair and nice, genuine smile. He looked like he was a sports guy, because he had muscular figure.

"You know, I like you, Ryan," he said and turned to me with a smile, formed on his lips. "So, miss Ryan," he said and took a sip of milk, "do you do sports?"

"I love sports!" I exclaimed. "I do-"

"Good," he cut me in the middle of the sentence. "Get your bikini on."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why?" I asked and he smirked. "We're going surfing."

I widened my eyes, quickly ran in my bedroom and grabbed a yellow bikini. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

Allison Moore's point of view:

I finally dragged my luggage to the beach house I'll be staying in and closed the door. I looked around. There was a short hallway which lead to the living room. On my right there was kitchen and I couldn't help but notice that everything looked really expensive, the white leather couch, the big plasma TV which hung on the wall, the white rug which covered every inch of the apartment.

My stomach rumbled and I quickly made my way to the fridge. The thing about me is, I love food. I always eat, but no matter how much I eat, I never gain weight, probably because I am normally skinny and I go to the gym often. I opened the fridge and saw that it was loaded. Yummy. I'm hungry like hell.

I was deciding what to eat, when I heard muffled noises coming from the bedroom on the left. I concentrated on the sound and listened carefully.

"But, baby, we've had so much fun together!" Said a high-pitched girly voice. 'Overly-attached much?' I thought to myself.

"I know, but I told you, it was just thing I did out of boredom," a deep, manly voice replied. That must be my new roommate, if I'm correct. Poor guy.

"Come on, Jett baby," a girl continued whining. "I know you liked it, and we can do it now if you want to. I will let you do anything you want with me," she said in a low, sexy tone. That's it. I know I don't know a guy, but I really feel sorry for him. That's why I'm going to help him.

"Honey?" I called and started approaching his room. I knocked on the door, and when no one answered, I entered. First thing I noticed, was a dark haired guy, pressed against the wall by a short blondie. He had dark hair, shaped in a hairstyle that made him even sexier, strong jaw line, and amazing deep blue eyes, which were staring directly in me. He furrowed his eyebrows together, obviously surprised, and opened his eyes, but barbie beat him up.

She quickly turned around, still touching guys body, and asked; "Who the hell are you?"

I pursed my lips together and my eyes snatched to the dark haired guy. "I," I said and started approaching them, "am his girlfriend." I finally reached them and looked down at the angry blondie. She was really amusing, with her pursued lips, short heights and angry look plastered on her face.

I slowly hugged the guy around his waist, feeling confident about my actions, and looked her in her eyes. "The better question is, who the f*ck are you?"

The girl shot me and angry look, before she smirked, her face suddenly lighted. "My name is Winter, and if Jett is your boyfriend, I think you should watch him more carefully. He has been sleeping with me for the past week." A smug smile on her face told me she was satisfied with her speech. A guy, probably named Jett, stiffened beside me. They both thought I got caught. But, they were wrong.

"Ever heard of an open relationship, sweetheart?" I bated my eyelashes at her, a victory grin spreading on my face. Jett finally relaxed as he snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him, so out hips were touching.

She clenched her jaw and looked at Jett angrily, not knowing what else to do. "Is it true?" she asked him. Her voice sounded like it's going to crack every second. Oh god, please don't cry. I hate girls like that.

"Yes, it is," he replied smoothly, without twitching. That guy was obviously used to lie to girls. Well, judging by his looks, he had to. "This is my girlfriend ... Lydia." I opened my eyes widely. Lydia?! What the hell?

She gave us one more look before quickly turning around on her heels and stomping out. What a drama queen.

The guy looked at me, his hand still on my waist. "Well, I guess I should thank you," he whispered in my ear, his breath tingling me. "The hell you should," I answered and positioned myself in front of him. "Lydia?" I asked, raising my voice. He smirked. "What? It's a sexy name."

I looked at him angrily. "Well, at least you could give me a proper name, like Sarah, or Anna or even Eva! But no, you choose the ugly name for a girl who just saved your life." I said and threw my arms in the air. "Your welcome, by the way. You still owe me an apologie. And now even a favor. Lydia ..." I scoffed. He now held me around my waist with two arms and lowered his head slightly. "Well, why don't I thank you properly?" He asked me, his voice husky.

I smirked and pushed him away, knowing what he meant. "Do I look like the other ho*s you're with?" I questioned him. "Actually, you do," he answered, a smug smirk laying on his lips. I rolled my eyes, turned around and started walking towards the fridge, making sure to sway my hips sexily. He groaned as he watched my ass and I smiled to myself. Guys are too easy to manipulate. Maybe this summer will be even better than expected.

Naomi Williams' point of view

»Is your sister really upset?« Sky asked me when we finally unpacked our things. I laughed and sat on the couch beside him. "Not really," I answered. He looked at me, concerned. "Because, we can totally switch our roommates if you think she wants that," he continued, "I mean, we don't want her to be cranky all the time. We did the whole 'rooming with the opposite sex' for fun, you know, but that doesn't mean that-"

"She'll be fine," I interrupted him, placing my hand on his leg and looked in his eyes. "Trust me."

He slowly inhaled, dropped his shoulders and nodded. I laughed. "Come on, are you really worried about my sister?" He looked at me. "Why is she like that? I mean, don't get me wrong, I like her sassy ways, but I," he scratched the back of his head, obviously embarrassed, "sort of, overheard you talking something about 'the old Megan? What was that about?"

I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes. I knew this question will come, but I didn't expect it so quickly. It was the topic we always avoided.

"Hey, if you don't want to tell, that's okay too, you know?" he said and put his hand on my shoulder. I shook my head. "No, it's okay, it's just … We don't talk about it a lot. Let's just say … She has been through a lot," I answered. "Believe me, she is not like that without a reason.

And maybe, after a while, she will be willing to tell you that herself." He nodded and smiled.

"Okay, I get it. So, how was the old Megan?" he asked me and I smiled at the memories. "She was …" I trailed, not knowing how to describe her. "Wild. She was a party animal, with her you were never bored. If you had to compare her to one of us, she was definitely like Alli, just even more crazy."

He laughed. "Is Alli crazy or something?" I chuckled, the pictures of her dancing in her underwear, swimming naked and baking, everything flashed my mind. "You'll see," I answered mischievously.

"Well, how are we going to get Megan loosen up? I mean, this is want we are suppose to do here, this is the craziest summer camp in the world, this is what you guys came here for, right?" He asked, his eyes glued on my face.

I nodded. We were planning on how to get Meg to loosen up a bit for a while now, and this camp is the perfect opportunity to do it. They have bars, alcohol, sea, campfires, swimming pools and much more.

I turned myself, facing him, and grinned. "We will give her alcohol." the alcohol did a really good job on Megan. After drinking, she would be complitely loosen up, and maybe even fun.

"I have even better idea," he said, smirking to me. I cocked my head as his smirk grew wider. "We will ask Drew to show her the definition of fun."

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