27; Welcome to the Beach house

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       1 week had passed, and little did I know that this week in particular would be the most eventful week in my life. My bags were already packed as I was piling them into the back of Colton's car. I was wearing shorts and a long sleeve shirt, my hair was down in their regular curls. I was more than excited- pumped and eager for this trip to begin. I noticed Ben's car was out of the driveway, and I couldn't help but wonder - and hope - that maybe he was coming too. A part of me doubted it, wondering why Colton would've invited Ben to come along since they're enemies.

We drove for what seemed like an hour down back roads until we got to Carson's Beach house. It was absolutely breath taking, the salt from the ocean was fresh in the air. I couldn't even begin to explain the amount of relief that washed over me as the beach air surrounded me completely. The air was chilly, but either way I bathed in the sunlight.

The house was absolutely amazing. Every inch of it looked brand new, and I imagined the inside to look even nicer. It had to have cost a fortune. I sighed as Colton piled his things into his arms, and I gathered mine up as well. I hadn't even noticed the cars parked in the driveway until a very familiar mustang pulled in behind us. Colton glared but only rolled his eyes. It was almost like he knew Ben was coming all along.

Reagan was in the passenger side, her feet propped up on the dash. Her hair was perfectly straight and she was dressed in nothing but skimpy clothes that made me want to vomit. It seemed as if Ben enjoyed it however. I tried to push away the jealous feeling I felt in the pit of my stomach, but for some reason it wouldn't seem to go away. Colton wrapped his arm around me, his hand gripped my butt as we walked towards the house. I couldn't help but wonder if he did that on purpose. Regardless, I didn't say anything about the uncomfortable feeling I got.

"My man!" Carson yelled as we walked inside. Instantly my jaw dropped at the beauty of it all, the gorgeous ceiling and walls. They gave each other the bro hug, slapping each others on the back. The door behind us opened and Ben walked in with Reagan. Oh god he was perfect.

"The last bedroom on the right is for you and Elizabeth" Carson yelled towards us, while he greeted Ben in the same manner. Some of the other guys, like Brandon and Michael were sitting on the couch. Their girls were beside them, I recognized them as Rebekah and Jill. Both of them were hoes, aka friends of Reagan. I guess I was the only respectful girl here.

Colton lead me upstairs where he threw his bags on the King sized bed. The bedroom was just as gorgeous as the other rooms with a full view of the beach from the balcony. I was amazed at how beautiful it was my jaw dropped. Colton smiled.

"Do you like having a bed room all to ourselves?" He asked me, wrapping his hands in mine. I smiled, admiring the beauty of his cheek bones. He kissed my neck, pushing me slightly up against the wall. "I know I enjoy it" he said, while giving me a devilish smirk. I smiled, but was only distracted by the sound of Ben's footsteps coming up the stairs. To my luck, their room was the one right next to ours. A part of me wanted to jump with joy, but I knew I couldn't.

"Fuck my life" Colton said. He must've realized too as he threw his bag on the ground, partly angry. "I need a drink" He said before walking downstairs where the cooler was. I sighed, but stayed in the room by myself. I exited the room to stand on the balcony, just watching the waves as they washed on the beach. Little kids were running around downshore, their parents watching them while sipping margaritas. It was all so peaceful and beautiful that I was only wondering what this week was going to be like.

My thoughts were overcrowding my head that I didn't even realize Ben sneak up behind me. His hands gripped my waist.

"Hey" He said. I jumped, but mostly because I suddenly forgot how to breathe all at once. It was like every part of me was focused on his hands, how they slightly pulled away from my waist once he realized we weren't the same. I looked at him and smiled.

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