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#2 - Ryland Lynch

I hate this already.

It's too hot, too sunny and just generally too...summery. When Mom announced we were going on holiday, I expected somewhere like New York, London or even Canada.

We're in freaking Los Angeles.

You're probably thinking I'm a lunatic; who doesn't want to be in LA? A teenage girl with self-confidence problems, a bit of puppy fat and a strong hate of warm weather.

"Mind out!" my young brother Ben yelled seconds before a beach ball collided with my head. I shot him a glare as he collected it.

Ten minutes since we arrived at the beach and my legs were already covered in sand. Mum chuckled beside me.

"Best decision of my life" she sighed and looked to the side. "You're still here?!"

"Uh. Yeah" I almost lost it. "It's too hot to move, I don't know anybody and I feel too revealed"

"Oh honey! It's LA! Go make friends, or better yet to remove the sand- go swim!" She exclaimed. "You'll be begging to stay here at the end of these two weeks"

I pulled myself up. "Yeah, as if"

My feet sunk into the sand as I walked in the direction of the ocean, watching some people play volleyball. In my opinion, the girls could very possibly beat them.

The second I looked away, the exact volleyball hit my leg. "Sorry!"

A guy with brown hair and a friendly smile jogged over. "My bad"

"It's okay" I handed him the ball kindly.

"You're not from here are you?"

"How do you know?"

"You're too pale" he pointed out. "Sorry, I have no filter"

"It's okay" I smiled.

"I'm Shawn, you?" I began to shake his and.

"I'm-"

"Shawn! Hurry with the damn ball!!" A guy called, hands on his hips. Shawn looked at me.

"Wanna play with us?"

I thought, then nodded. He grinned and gestured for me to come along. We jogged back to the group.

"Right guys, we have a new team member. This is-"

"Can you play?" The same guy who yelled earlier snatched the ball from Shawn's hands. He had beady brown eyes and slightly quiffed hair, a permanent smirk on his face.

I nodded, suddenly intimidated by his height and authority. "I'm on the team at my school"

"Fancy" he commented. "Bet you can't even throw the ball"

"I may not be able to throw but I can surely kick you in the balls if you continue" I retorted, the group of people now laughing at him. He looked stunned for a second but chuckled.

"I'm Ryland, and from now on I will call you Sass Mouth"

"Okay" I had a genuine smile on my lips. "Let's get this game going"

"Alright eager beaver- or should I say eager Sass Mouth" he nudged me playfully then walked back to his place towards the back. I felt my cheeks blush and my stomach doing gymnastics at the sudden contact.

LA just got interesting.