[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/oucGTQv.png[/img] [img]http://burrow.hogwartsishere.com/storage/img/yb-divider.png[/img][/center] [indent][indent][color=darkgray][i]Swoosh…[/i] [i][b]Pop![/b][/i] [i]Swoosh…[/i] [i][b]Pop![/b][/i] [i]Swoosh…[/i] [i][b]Pop![/b][/i] The sounds of a tennis ball hitting the concrete wall of the courts of Carnation Island rhythmically interrupted the faint music coming from the pier. A short girl in a soft pink Adidas tennis dress, white cap, white sneakers, and her hair up in a blonde ponytail could be seen running up and down the court in the distance. With a pink and gold racket in her hand, the girl chased after the small green balls coming from the mechanical device on the opposite side of the court and across the net, whacking each of them into the wall with cutthroat precision. Beads of sweat covered her forehead, her chest heaving and her body aching with exhaustion, but showing no signs of giving up. After all, the pain of a broken heart and the bitterness to match were the perfect fuel for her sudden workout session. To say Charlotte Diedrikson had been counting down the days to her beach getaway wouldn’t be an understatement. One of the main reasons behind her enthusiasm behind the trip to the island was to get her mind away from her [i]tragic[/i] breakup. Luca Astor had been her very first everything. From the moment young Lottie found out the meaning of a crush, she knew that Luca was the one who owned her heart. She’d always felt some type of way towards him even as a kid, but the teenage hormones had turned the once-innocent thoughts into some that would make grown women blush. They eventually shared their first kiss, and he made a promise that he would be her first if she was patient for a while longer. Lottie did so, and on her eighteenth birthday, she and Luca became tangled up in the most serious, intense romance she had ever experienced before. Sure, she’d had a relationship before (with the adorable stud Dax Barker), but it certainly didn’t come anywhere close to this. Luca as a boyfriend was something pulled out of her daydreams, and those five years of waiting had certainly given her everything she wanted and more. He was sweet but not overbearingly so, attentive but not suffocating, dominant in all the right ways, showering her with love and attention and treating her like a queen. The more time went on, the closer they became- and the thrill of sneaking around only added fuel to the flames. So what if her father would surely raise hell if he found out his youngest daughter was messing around with the oldest son of a family friend? So what if her sisters had warned her things would end up badly? so what if her cousins had told her to be careful? Charlotte loved Luca, trusted him blindly, and truly believed with all of her naive little heart that he would never hurt her. Oh, how wrong would she be. Because just when it seemed like their relationship was reaching its full potential, Luca decided that it was time to go their separate ways. And so, here she was: smacking some balls to a wall in what was supposed to be her island getaway, while her playboy ex-boyfriend that everyone warned her about probably forgot all about her between the legs of some slut. [indent][color=Magenta][i]Fuck his ass.[/i][/color][/indent] It was only after the last tennis ball had hid the concrete wall hard with the loudest [i][b]POP![/b][/i] yet across the court that Charlotte was finally forced to take a break. She doubled over for a moment, chest rising and falling while she caught her breath. Eventually, the short girl slumped back against the nearest wall and dramatically slid down, lying face-up under the shade on the concrete floor.[/color][/indent][/indent]