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me. We pinky promise just like we when were little, and with that I take her word for it.
    “Now come on, get your ass downstairs!” she yells, and I realize she's right. I can't let him consume me; no one will ever do that. Olivia, have fun, laugh, live , I tell myself as I head downstairs.
    The atmosphere of the room is excitable. “It's going to be fun and cool,” I hear Kylie saying as she enters the room. I give her a smile and a nod in agreement. The energy is high; everyone is excited to have this mini vacation. I see one of the sisters peek out the window, noticing something, so I assume the boys are arriving.
    “They’re here. Let’s head out!” she yells over the music. The girls begin to gather their things and head out as I walk over to shut off the music. I feel a hand on my shoulder.
    “Have fun, Livi. Stop over thinking it,” Mandy tells me as I turn to look at her.
    “I am, and I’m not over thinking anything. I’m going to go have fun today,” I tell her.
    “Promise?”
    “Promise,” I assure her as we head out the door.
    Mandy and I squeeze into Tom’s truck. He has a black Toyota Tundra four door that’s high off the ground, and if it wasn’t for the side steps someone would’ve needed to help me up. Kylie is also riding with us as well and two other frat guys.
    “You ladies don’t mind all the windows down?”Tom asks us with a smirk as he looks at Mandy and I through his rear-view mirror.
    “No. We are heading to the beach,” I shoot back. Tom annoys me, though I don’t know why. I guess it’s the way he carries himself. He’s always so cocky and thinks he’s God’s gift to women. I wonder what mirror he’s using. He rolls down all five, windows including the back window. I turn around and raise my eyebrows in amazement.
    “Not all trucks do that, only the Toyota,” he says, directing it at me. “And that’s why I own one, sweetheart.” Ugh, being cocky. Maybe I should’ve gone with someone else. I hear the horns blaring, signaling everyone to head out.
    Driving down the road towards the beach, the wind is hitting my face, the music is playing loud, and everyone in the truck is in conversation when I notice in Tom’s passenger side mirror a black Dodge Challenger. I know he’s not the only one who drives one, but I hope that it’s him. I don’t want to make it obvious, but I want to glance out the window to see who is in the car.
    “Livi, stop over thinking things,” Mandy whispers to me and nudges my arm.
    “What? No. I think it’s him in that car driving next to Tom,” I whisper back at her, directing my eyes towards the car, and trying to not to make it obvious, but failing because she turns around to look out the back window. She then begins to wave at the person driving the car.
    “Yeah, it’s him,” she says, smiling at me as she turns around to sit down. I suddenly feel nervous that he is going to be at the beach with us.
    Parking alongside the beach, Nix parks behind Tom, I open the truck door to take in the ocean breeze. I can see the boardwalk at a distance and the ocean; the vast beautiful colors of blue and brown make me smile. It’s nice and peaceful as I hear the sound of waves crashing down. Then it’s all over in a matter of seconds as the music blaring from our caravan overtakes the peacefulness.
    “Come on, everybody! Let’s set up over there.” Kylie points to an open spot on the beach where we set up the volleyball net, umbrellas, chairs, and coolers. We all begin to walk towards the spot.
    I discreetly look around for Nix when I hear his voice. “Hi, Mandy.”
    I hear him behind us. He catches up to walk next to me. I turn to look at him. He is wearing sunglasses, making it difficult to see his eyes.
    “Hey, Livi.” Aye su voz , it almost makes miss a step. I continue walking, giving him a smile, and before we reach our spot we slow to a stop.
    “Before we leave will you go on a walk with me?”
    “Yes, of course,” I answer,