"Naomi Hill!" a blonde campus assistant shouts with a strong Californian accent.
"Here," I mutter clinging to my suitcase's handle.
"That's your group over there," the girl says pointing to a small group beside a palm.
I nod and start walking, trying to pull the luggage, which continues to clog in the sand.

Lord help me! Why is my fucking luggage clogging in the freaking sand!

"Here let me help you," a husky voice says, grabbing my luggage's handle.My eyes land on the guy in front of me, who's only wearing a pair of neon orange trunk. My heart stops in my chest as our eyes lock. His eyes are the same color of Santa Monica's water in a warm summer's day, an intense aquamarine. My favorite color is aquamarine! I stare at his hair, trying to contain myself not to squish his long dark brown tuft. His tuft reminds me so much of marshmallow fluff cream. Have you ever tried it? I ADORE IT!

He then smiles, making me melt into a puddle of melt chocolate.
"I'm Hayden the group supervisor and you are," he looks at my name tag, "Naomi, cool name".

Wait a minute. Wait a damn minute.Did he just say that my name is cool? Holy crap ...
I've been bullied for my name in high school(if you spell it backwards and read it, then you'll understand).Guys moaned when they saw me at school or when I went shopping with my bestie(by the way I only had one friend in high school. R.I.P.). It was freaking embarrassing... Luckily it's now over, couldn't stand another year of "moanings".

I wryly smile as I look at Hayden's name tag. Damn... I'm already obsessed with this guy and his sexy name. I mean Hayden... It reminds me of horses, the smell of dry, woody, fresh hay... All things that I love.  I love too may things...

"So she's Naomi, the last member of the group," Hayden says, patting my back. My spine slightly arches from his touch and my breathing increases.

He patted my back with his sexy, pianist hands! I'm dying!

"Hey," I say, trying to sound confident, as I look at the group.
There are four girls and five very good looking boys.
They are the type of people I always wished I could be. They're cool and powerful and they're never going to talk to me.

The taller guy steps forward "Hey I'm Harry," he says with an Australian accent, his voice more inviting than a slice of pizza. I love pizza.

His hair is brown with blond highlights and his eyes are of an intense baby blue color. His blue shirt is unbuttoned revealing his perfect abs.

He's hot.

A muscular guy, who's wearing a pair of neon pink speedo, then tells Harry what I can assume is some type of joke, since they both start laughing. Heat makes it's way to my cheeks, as a bead of sweat runs down my forehead.

"Don't worry they're not laughing about you. They're laughing because Denver's speedo matches Chloe's hair,"a blonde girl says looking at them.
"I'm Agnes, I know, horrible name. My parents actually choose this name because they thought that I was gonna be pure and holy. Bullshits, " she reveals giggling.
I smile, slightly taken aback from her confidence.
I would have never said something like this to a stranger...

"So the red-haired is Liza, don't shit with her, the brunette one is Abby and the pink-haired over there is Chloe. Wait we have tags you could have read them. Never mind," Agnes says smiling.
Agnes is definitely loquacious...

"Nice to meet you girls, "I say.
"Hey," they shout in unison.

"By the way each of us has already choose their boy for the month... Harry's mine,"Liza says.
"Hayden's mine," Abby says.
"And Clark's mine" Chloe says giving me a dark look. Her hair contrasts with her black skin, making her stand out.
"Ok, but who's Clark?"I ask, as I feel my pulse pounding in my temples.
"Clark's the black guy over there with astonishing muscles... Can't you read the name tag? "Chloe asks, twisting a strand of hair around her finger.
I neither like Chloe's attitude nor their stupid boy assignment thing... I mean what the heck?

"Oh and Denver's mine" Agnes says.
Great Agnes too...
"You can choose between Bryant, he's from Germany and Caden, he's from Dallas," Abby says, pointing at the guys.
Great I have the leftovers... I mean they're both cute, especially the Texas guy. Maybe it's because he gives me horse vibes.
"How come you know so many things about them?"I say, fixing a curl of brown/blonde hair behind my ear.
"Instagram sweetie. What's you account? " Liza mutters.
I giggle as I tell them my Instagram name.

"Before accompanying you to our house, which unfortunately boys and girls will share, since you're a small group, let's talk about the rules that y'all need to follow, " Hayden says, his eyes narrowing a bit.
"It's forbidden to smoke in the house, to storage highly inflammable materials, to drink alcohol, to have sex. You must be responsible for belongings, be on time for all scheduled activities, always tell me when you are going to use the bathroom during an excursion and cursing and any forms of physical fighting are not tolerated... These are some of the most important rules especially due to your age," Hayden says.
"Wait, no sex?" Denver shouts "I thought this was a sex camp!"
The boys then start laughing, making me giggle slightly.
"Yes, no sex Denver," Hayden says, scratching his head.
"You'll share a house but you'll sleep on different floors...The girls on the second floor and the boys on the first floor with me... Boys can't enter girl's rooms at night and vice versa. It's my first year as a supervisor and I'm pretty much your age, I understand that these rules are a pain in the ass and I'll try to be less severe but at the same time I don't want to lose my job,"he says winking.
"Sir did you just curse?" Harry asks.
"I might have,"Hayden laughs.
"The most important rule is that you guys don't need to call me sir! You need to call me Hayden!"

10 minutes later
"These two rooms are bombs," Agnes says.
"Who's gonna stay with who?" Chloe asks.
"I'll share a room with Naomi," Agnes says looking at me.
I nod.
"Great" Liza mutters.

"This room's so fancy!" Agnes says. "I mean our parents paid a hell of money but I still didn't expect this".
"I agree," I say rubbing my fingers along the silk cover.

"So where do ya come from?"Agnes says sitting beside me. "I know nothing about you and you know nothing about me".
"I come from Beverly Hills. My mum's Italian, she moved in the U.S. when I was born, whilst my dad is American... They divorced ten years ago, and they both remarried..." I say looking at my thumbs.
"That must sucks... I was born in New York, but when my mom died, five years ago, I moved in Santa Monica with my dad," she says.
"I'm sorry," I mutter.

"You like Harry, right? I've seen the way you looked at him," she says.
"He's definitely hot...But what about the boy assignment?"I mutter.
"That's shit!" she says winking.
"So would you like to, you know, with Harry?" she asks.
I laugh, "No I haven't even had a conversation with him, in addition, we can't".
"Oh my God," she mutters hitting her head on the pillow. "Girl, girl, girl, you really think that we're gonna follow those fucking rules".

She stands up and walks to her suitcase, opening it.
"Look at this," she shrieks, waving two bottles of tequila in the air and throwing at me a pack of cigarettes.
"I actually don't smoke," I say.
"You're a killjoy!" she mutters laughing.