Unexpected R.C

There she is your typical bad girl , the girl everyone wants but can't get , the chick they wanna be but come no where near, smoking a cigar on the beach and bumping " King for a day".

Y/n dances around and around in her black and red bathing suits with a black and red flannel over it.

She removed her head phones making her dark black hair shine in the dark with one cherry red stripe to differ.

She whipped out her speaker and played Sweater weather.

The waves rolled up and down the edge. She stood there as the moon shined brightly. Making a shadow. She looked off into the water, eyes sparkling. As the song ended she picked up her board and speaker with her bag and walked off.

She walked, her tan skin shiny as ever, her hips swayed as she put back on her headphones and he legs took her, almost like she was flying. Her legs had memorized the way home. She stepped on beat. Walking home.

The girl, the popular girl alone. For anyone looking from afar she looked normal like another outcast not the popular kid from Figure 8. She looked normal like she fit in somewhere at that beach.