I woke up the next day barley alive I had got maybe two hours of sleep and I was dead. I put on a pair of denim shorts and a floral tank top. I threw my hair into a messy side braid. I tried to cover up the bags under my eyes with concealer. I headed down for the free breakfast. I grabbed a cup of coffee and yogurt. I welcomed the burn of the coffee as it slide down my throat. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I jumped causing me to spill some of my coffee on my hand. I groaned and wiped it off. I looked behind me and saw the boy from last night. "Sorry I didn't mean to make you spill your drink." I heard a slight accent that wasn't american that I didn't notice last night but I just nodded silently not in the mood to talk. "Like I asked last night are you ok?" He said rubbing my shoulder, I flinched away from his touch and looked down at my coffee. I heard the scraping of a chair on the marble floor I looked up and saw the boy sitting across from me. I sighed knowing he wouldn't give up. "I just had a really bad break up and I don't really want to talk about it." I said rubbing my temples. "We'll I caught my fiancee in bed with another bloke, and her dad was the mayor of my hometown so I was like hey why not go explore america?' I ate my yogurt as he talked. "Oh my name is Nate." He said flashing me a grin with perfect white teeth. "Finty." I mumbled in reply. "Beautiful name for a beautiful lady." He said. "The last time I heard that joke I fell off my dinosaur." I replied sarcastically. "Man you know that last time I heard that comeback I was chilling with Noah on the Ark." He said and rolled his eyes. I laughed at his joke. "I'm sorry about last night I was really rude." I said with a sigh.
"By the way you are acting you must really love that boy." I nodded. "You have no idea." I mumbled. "If you don't mind me asking what happened?" He asked. I took a big sip of my coffee.
"A few years ago this guy tried to do somethings and then I met Elliot, we basically have a love story like John and Savannah in Dear John, we met at the beach it took me a while but I realized I was in love with that boy from the moment I laid eyes on him. Well I was stupid and near the last week at the beach we had a fall out and I ended up dating my best friend who hit me when we started dating. Anyways I saw Elliot the first day of college. Then found my boyfriend in bed with another girl the day after he proposed and a few weeks later I started dating Elliot. About four months ago we got in a bad crash and Elliot was in a coma, I barley left his side. Well one day the guy who tried to do somethings showed up and started trying to kiss me and things. I hit the button to call the nurses and tried to play along so I could get him to believe I wanted to wait and he bought it and got his hands off of me. Well apparently he set his phone up to take pictures. I kept ignoring him and he sent the pictures to Elliot, he wouldn't even let me explain and called me a slut and I deserved the things that happened. I came here then saw pictures of him with another girl and they." I couldn't finish I wiped away the tear that was falling down my cheek. I felt a hand rubbing my arm. "You have been through a lot, and you look pretty strong because of it. Most girls would give up but you fight, you shouldn't give up hope." I smiled. "Are you like a therapist?" I said with a chuckle. "Actually I'm studying to be one." I he said with a smirk. "Well you'll make a lovely one." I said standing up. "I hope so, and this is straight forward but may I have your number." He asked with a shy grin. I nodded and put my number in his phone. I said a quick good bye. I threw away my trash and made my way back up to my room.
Once I got there I turned on my phone. I felt nervous as it finally turned on. I looked through my notifications it was all nothing important. Finally I reached my messages I had three, I took a deep breath as I opened them.
One was from Elliot.
I felt my heart trying to jump out of my throat. I opened it and saw a picture. He had his arm around a girl kissing her cheek. I felt the jealously flowing through my veins. Under the picture had the typical sorry wrong number message. I checked my other messages which were from Wyatt and Ashton. I sighed and grabbed my bag. I needed to go talk to him. I turned my key into the front desk. I hailed a cab and headed back to the beach house. I got there and opened the door.

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Chasing Fintry
JugendliteraturIntroduction Fintry has always been the quite nerd girl that sat in the back of the class. When she falls for the football team captain and he breaks her heart she meets Elliot Elliot tough soccer player when Fintry bumps into him at the beach she...