Gritted Teeth (MA 15)

Alexis had her beach towel under one arm along with her Vanity Fair catalog under the other. Walking down the familiar stretch of golden sand, she wiggled her toes when she settled down at a spot with a nice view of everything. Of course by everything she meant centering herself in front of males and the sea view. Humming, she set everything up and slid off her outer layer of clothes. Alexis' bikini was black and white polka dots with a gold heart trinket dangling at the center piece of the bikini top. 

She sat down on her towel and reached for her bag, inside her bag it contained all the essentials you needed for the beach. One of them was coconut tanning oil, without a second thought, she applied it all over her body and set the timer. Alexis would only allow herself a specific amount of time in the sun, she didn't fancy being burnt to the crisp and ending up like a black leather Chanel purse. Once she was comfortable laying down, she slipped on her D&G glasses and began tanning.

Alexis jumped at the timer going off, it was a constant bell chime in her ears which was a pesky, annoying noise. Being the whole point of the timer, she got up and waved over beach assistance. After ordering an umbrella, with a batter of her eyelashes, she was in the shade. 

Time went by and her magazine had been read back to front. Sitting up, she looked around and stretched out her stiff arms. Too soon to say that everything was going according to plan, she came face to face with sand. The grit between her teeth and the sand in her hair made her more than angry, the sand stuck to her like bubblegum to a sidewalk. Not attractive. Furious, Alexis stood up and put her hands on her hips. She then said,"What is exactly your problem? Are you blind enough to see that I was there and you just kicked sand in my face?" Alexis snapped, she didn't care either. She was pissed. Bad move.