Broken Wings (1st part)

Chapter 3. On the beach

The players and fans gathered for a long time when Leo and Tom arrived at the beach. There were a lot of people, and the game was going to be harsh.

Leo had an argument with Sam, who plays volleyball better, a few days ago at a party. The young people agreed that the winner would receive the opponent's car for one day. They frequently competed and despised one another.

They were teammates. Until Leo's father intervened, Sam brilliantly drove the ball and aimed at the captain's position. The guy thought Williams was worthless without his father's money.

Scott was considered arrogant and narcissistic by Leonardo. The guys liked to bully and compete with one another.

Williams got out of the car, carrying his gym bag. The view of the ocean was beautiful. Seagulls flew over the water, and foamy turquoise waves rolled onto the shore every now and then. Leonardo enjoyed going to the beach and frequently came to take pictures. He adored staring at this bottomless, never-ending colossus.

Friends joined the team. Leonardo took out his camera and took a few pictures on the way.

Sheela noticed Williams from a distance and began to wave her hand vigorously and shout his name. Leo pretended he didn't notice her. The girl rushed up to the blond and hung around his neck:

"Leonardo, honey."Are you ready for the game?" Sheela gave a smirk.

"Yes!" Williams muttered.

Sheela followed Williams around and considered herself his girlfriend. No matter how many times Leo told her she was completely wrong, she didn't understand.

They almost had sex once. But the blond was so drunk that he simply passed out at the most crucial point. The girl was unable to take advantage of his state. Leo did not remember anything, but when he awoke and saw her naked next to him, he vowed never to drink again. Since then, he has only drunk Coke at parties. He didn't care about Sheela.

" Kick Sam's ass! "I'll be cheering for you," she said, adding, "By the way, my mother and her boyfriend are leaving for Europe this week. At home, I am completely alone. This is a fantastic opportunity."

"I'm busy, I don't have time for you," Leo cut Sheela off before she could finish her idea.

Leonardo was a charming young man. Girls have always expressed an interest in him. He had a stunning appearance and attracted a lot of female attention. Williams frequently spent time with women solely to satisfy his physical needs. He never became emotionally attached to anyone. The blond had no idea of love. His cold, indifferent gaze could chill a soul. Nobody knew that the guy was wearing a mask to protect himself from the outside world.

If you happen to see his photo on social media, you will stare at it for a long time and with great interest. His mesmerizing blue eyes, in particular. He doesn't need to strike a particular pose or make a particular facial expression to look good in a photograph. He only needs to look through the camera lens. He never did it, however, because he hated being photographed.

The colder Leonardo was to Sheela and the further he pushed her away, the more she clung to him. She was a lovely, slim, fashionable, but completely empty young lady. She was only concerned with parties, cool clothes, guys, and the number of followers she had on social media. She was, by the way, well-liked. More than 4,000 people subscribed to her page, which she was overjoyed about.

"Williams, please smile." She took out her phone and snapped a photo with Leonardo.

Leo's appearance could be used to enhance any photograph. He had bright and regular features, blond hair, full lips, and a chin that was clear. He was always well-dressed and wore expensive branded items. But he refused to be photographed and covered his face with his hand.

"Well, Williams, you ruined the picture," the girl grumbled, "but I'm going to leave it anyway. Here, I have very appetizing lips."

Sheela immediately shared the photo on her Instagram page, captioning it, "A great day with your loved one on the beach." The post received several likes, and the girl squealed with delight.

Leonardo despised social media. He didn't have a profile, and he didn't post any pictures anywhere.

He once made the mistake of signing up for social media sites. But he had to delete the profile because Sheela was added to his friend's list, commented on his every move, and sent him messages on a regular basis. She pursued him not only in person but also online.

It irritated Leo. He was concerned about his freedom and personal space. Despite having a fake page through which he wandered the Internet and looked at the work of other photographers, he occasionally left comments.

"Can you take a picture of me, too, Leo?" When the girl noticed the camera in his hands, she asked, "And, in any case, why don't you show me your photos?"

"You're not going to like them. You will not find anything interesting in my photographs. I don't show them to anyone," replied Leo.

"Listen, you could post them on your page and get a lot of subscribers and likes," the girl suggested.

"No, thank you. My photographs are only intended for a small group of people "Leo stated.

"You're an oddball. "Can you tell me why you deleted your profile?" Sheela inquired.

"I'm not a fan of social media. And I'm sick of your never-ending messages!"

Sheela noticed Sam, smiled meaningfully, and waved her hand. Leo had a tense demeanor. He didn't like the fact that she was talking to him and then flirting with a rival. She did this to incite jealousy in him.

"If you like Sam, go and cheer for his team," Leo suggested.

"Don't be jealous. You are aware that I only like you "Sheela smiled as she replied.

"I'm not jealous. I don't care who you talk to. You can at the very least date him. "I don't care," Leo stated solemnly.

"Well, I know you're jealous because you like me," Sheela smiled.

"I've already told you that I don't like anyone, and I'll be completely honest with you. You can date whoever you want," Leo said casually.

His words infuriated Sheela. Her expression shifted from a smug smile to annoyance and anger. She pressed her lips together and crossed her arms across her chest.

Leo walked over to the team without saying anything. "We owe it to the young man to pay tribute." He was always genuine and said exactly what he thought. Leonardo never pretended to be better than he is. He didn't give a hoot about what other people thought of him.

"You'll be mine anyway," Sheela reasoned. She had the impression that the more the guy pushed her away, the more he liked her.

Her mother, a divorced woman, instilled in her this attitude. Mrs. Harris was a model in her youth, and she was surrounded by male attention. When Sheela was ten years old, she divorced her father.

Since then, the woman has done everything she can to prolong her youth. Her romantic partners were getting younger, she was getting more plastic surgery and shorter relationships. When another boyfriend left her, she yelled back, "Anyway, you'll come back to me, you can't be without me."

Sheela, like her mother, believed that a true relationship is a cat-and-mouse game, complete with violent emotions, parting, tantrums, quarrels, and reconciliation.

She clung to Leo the more he pushed her away. She had no idea how incorrect her reasoning was.