"Hi," You breathed, avoiding his eyes.
                          
"What're you doing?"
                          
"I...realized that I don't want to wear...this bathing suit...anymore..." You mumbled, pulling your arms in to cover yourself a bit. "I was going to change."
                          
"You look great, what are you talking about?"
                          
You looked down. You...did look good. In fact, you looked fuckin' fantastic. You guessed you weren't changing anymore. Which was fine.
                          
You sighed. "You know what? Nevermind, actually."
                          
He tipped his head to one side and admired you openly. You took a moment to do the same thing. Motherfucker, why did he have to be so hot? You sighed out a breath and turned away from him.
                          
"Do you like beaches?" Clay asked, following you as you paced back to the tents.
                          
You nodded. "I do. This one is...different than the ones I've been to, though."
                          
"Beaches are different in the U.K.?"
                          
You laughed. "Quite different."
                          
"What's different about them?"
                          
"It seems like every beach here is for sunbathing or surfing. Most, or at least, some, are still preserved in Britain. They're gorgeous. Not saying this beach isn't fantastic, because it is, but..." You chuckled, rolling your eyes. "Britain is superior, in every way."
                          
"Aren't you having the time of your life, here?" He asked, nudging you with an elbow.
                          
You looked out at the beach, remembering that he was threatening to pull you into the water. You didn't want to sink, but if you were being honest, you'd been floating out there at sea for a while now. You'd be lying to yourself if you said he hadn't pulled you under the second his lips touched yours, a few days ago. You were long gone now. You were living amongst the coral and the crabs.
                          
The waves hit the shore in soft ripples. You didn't realize it, but you'd stopped walking when he asked you his question. He was waiting, a short distance away, just watching as you stared out at the rolling water. You glanced back at him and smiled a silent apology, continuing your walk back to the tents.
                          
"I'm having a great time, thanks for asking," You said, turning your head back to the water.
                          
You set your bag down at your folding chair in the tent you had claimed and pulled the shade back, exposing you to the sun, and sat down, stretching out. You grabbed your sunglasses and put them on top of your head and pulled out the sunscreen from your bag as well.
                          
After thoroughly applying it, you leaned back and began to relax at last. You weren't sure what the boys were up to, and honestly, you didn't care. You wanted to have some time to themselves, some Y/N-less time, and actually enjoy each other's company while they were together. Plus, you needed some time alone as well. God knows, the only alone time you got now was when you were sleeping. You were about to go crazy. The excess amount of testosterone oozing from them made you want to barf a little bit.
                          
Your freedom allowed you to look around, at last. Clearwater Beach was large, and unlikely anything you'd ever seen. There was a pier going along the water, to your right. The tents lined the beach for at least a mile, and with each coming minute, more beach dwellers were arriving. Down by the pier, there were a ton of activities. You saw everything from volleyball nets to a giant inflatable slide that must've been a hundred feet long. There were people fishing off the end of the pier, and by the other end, there was a playground with kids running all around.
                          
You were enjoying the friendly ambiance of being alone at the beach, that was, until you were interrupted.
                          
At first, you thought it was Clay. He was always surprising you when you least expected it. But, this person wasn't blond. You couldn't see very clearly, because they were standing directly in front of the sun, but you knew it wasn't Clay.
                          
It didn't appear to be the lanky form of your brother either, as you squinted up at them. From the voice alone, you knew it wasn't anyone you'd traveled with.
                          
"Hey, what's up?" The stranger asked.
                          
You were still squinting up, and it didn't help when they moved out of the light, causing the sun to practically blind you.
                          
"Hello," You responded skeptically, eyebrows furrowed. You were usually a social person, but you weren't feeling particularly secure at the moment. You could see the boys down by the water, messing about, not paying you any mind.
                          
The stranger in front of you was probably a couple years younger than you, but quite cute for an American. He had an angled jaw and curly brown hair, with quite a nice tan. He looked like the kind of guy who was on the beach a lot.
                          
"Are you here with anyone?" He asked, squatting near your chair.
                          
You pulled away, smiling uncomfortably. "I am, yeah. My brother and his friends." You tilted your head over toward the three boys, who were already making fools of themselves.
                          
"Ah, nice. How long are you here for?"
                          
"A couple days. Why?"
                          
"Well, you're obviously not from around here. I would've recognized you. Also, you have an accent, so that was a giveaway." He smiled charmingly. "Listen, if you're interested, I could show you around? Clearwater doesn't seem like much, but I can show you how beautiful it can be. It's much better with a tour guide."
                          
You rolled your eyes under your sunglasses and tipped your head toward him. "I've got a tour guide, but thanks for the offer."
                          
"Understandable," He said, but still didn't move. You were starting to get annoyed. He didn't even know your name, and he was much too close to you.
                          
"If you don't mind," You started. "I'm going to go back to my lounging now."
                          
"Sure," He said, getting the hint finally. "No problem. Enjoy it here."
                          
He walked away, making his way back to whatever direction he came from. You looked out at the beach and noticed a certain blond's eyes on you, head cocked to one side, gaze intent on staring you down.
                          
You shook your head at him, motioning that nothing was wrong, and lay back down in your chair. It'd been only ten minutes and you realized that not only did you have to worry about Clay, but also all of the other men on the beach.
                          
Another several minutes went by before you got approached by another one.
                          
This one wasn't as nice as the first one, though, and was trying to hassle you to come with him somewhere. You insisted that you were fine where you were, but he wasn't taking it easily.
                          
You pulled out your phone, glancing sharply at the man before rereading the last text you'd been sent.
                          
Nick:
                          
     Text '1' if you need help
                          
It had been a joke at the time, teasing you about how far you were letting Clay push your boundaries, but at this time, you felt like you really did need help.
                          
Y/N:
                          
     hey...1
     weird guys keep bothering me
                          
You weren't even sure if Nick would see it, but you were hoping.
                          
The new guy was blond with an attractive face as well. Was that how they got away with it? Because they were cute?
                          
"Are you sure?" The random guy asked once more.
                          
You huffed and sat up in your chair, ready to shout at him. No shit, I'm sure-
                          
"She's sure," Someone said from behind the creep.