Diagonally left, my eyes kept glancing to her beautiful, long black hair. Her glasses were too big for her face, the plastic rims too bold for her look, and the frames had been popped out. They had no purpose, but it just made her sexier. My biology teacher’s monotone voice sounded like an angel’s choir in the background. I could see her monokini strap peeking out behind her bra. My hand wanted to gladly reach over and untie that strap from her shoulder. The angel choir ended with a loud gong, finally awakening me from my fantasy. And there was my Angel, standing in front of my desk, peering at me.
            “Vlad, are you day dreaming again? School’s over, we have to hurry up and leave to make it to the beach on time!” her Angel voice pleasantly hummed throw my ears, and then shattered.
            ”Stop calling me Vlad. It’s Val; as in Valerie,” I crossed my arms in a huff. She responded in a harmonic giggle. I tried to ignore her, which is impossible, as I stood up from my desk and threw my lightweight messenger bag on my shoulder. I avoided her stunning eyes and glossy lips and looked at the white board, reading tonight’s homework mentally.
            “Well, I’m sorry that you have the face of a man. If you didn’t have such big boobs and wide hips, you’d get confused all the time,” my Angel stuck her tongue out playfully as she gave my breast a small poke. I got flustered and tried to hide it, by waving my hands and putting my arms out with my palms facing her like a crossing guard stopping a vehicle. She giggled again, enjoying my response, but I couldn’t tell if she noticed how my face felt hot.
            She then turned on her heel. “Hurry, we’re going to be late,” she then paused to point in an exaggerated pose like she was Superman, but she held out her pointer fingers in a point, “Quick, Vlad-boy, to the car!” I couldn’t help but grin. But the grin then turned into a fake pout.
            “Val! And I’m not a boy!” I started chasing her out of the classroom, my teacher’s ‘No running’ being stomped under the sound of our feet. We met up with a couple of Angel’s friends. There were two other girls, and two guys. One of the girls, Miranda, had obnoxiously bright, obviously dyed, red hair with a couple of red and pink striped artificial dreads. She was a little chubby, but she had a really pretty face. The other girl, Jessica, had long black hair in a pony tail and a heart-shaped clip was blocking her side bangs to fall in her face. She already had her shirt off to expose her cream colored, halter bikini top. I had thought she was naked from a distance, but perhaps that was the point.
            The boys seemed like best friends, and I would have mistaken them for gay lovers if not for the fact that Angel told me that they were dating the girls. One of the boys, Blake, was standing behind Miranda, his arms protectively wrapped around her. He had on black swim trunks, with a shiny silver fabric that ran down stripes, and a black, heavy hoodie that didn’t match the sunny, summer season. His hair was short and black; however he also had artificial dreads that were black with red stripes. He and Miranda made a cute couple.
            The other boy, Trevor, seemed distant. He didn’t even look at us when we came over. Even with his cold stare facing who-knows-what, he held Jessica’s hand loosely. I could feel a silent love between them. He wore sky blue and black plaid swim trunks and a white and sky blue plaid, open, button-up shirt. His eyes almost looked a caramel gold, his skin naturally tan, and his hair naturally blond. He looked like a surfer-dude, but I’m not really the one to judge. He and Jessica didn’t look like they would be a couple, but Angel told me after introducing me to them that they were. The drive to the beach was very awkward.
            It started out with us being very silent. I was driving, with Angel sitting in the passenger’s seat next to me. With only three seats in the back, Trevor on the left, Blake sat on the right, and Miranda and Jessica sat in the middle, Jessica sitting in Miranda’s lap. Angel then suggested listening to music.
            When Angel turned on the station she liked, somebody would say that they didn’t like that song or that style of music. Everybody seemed to have different styles that they liked. After their arguing and bickering had continued for almost five minutes, Angel turned to me and asked, “What would you like to listen to, Val?”
            My heart skipped a beat, hearing her call me Val and not Vlad. However, I looked in my rear mirror to look at the four who were still bickering, and figured she only called me Val because her real friends were there. “I don’t really like music that much, listen to whatever you want,” was my reply.
            Bad idea.
            Suddenly the car had gone quiet, and I turned to Angel, and peeked behind me to shocked faces. Even the solemn Trevor looked surprised. I was confused, and I already regretted my words. “You don’t like music?” Angel squealed. I blushed, thinking that was a bad thing. “You can’t not like music; there must be something you like. Here, listen to this. It seems like your style,” Angel quickly tuned the channel to a song that I wasn’t really interested in hearing.
            Almost instantly, Jessica responded, “No, she should listen to some good music. Change it to…” I stopped listening. I didn’t hear what they were talking about; all I saw was there mouths moving. I guessed they were arguing about what kind of music they should show me. I felt out of place, since I didn’t know any of these people, only Angel. I watched the road with an unattractive frown across my face. I already regretted agreeing to go to the beach. But it was worth it, for my Angel.