Part 3 A
It's summer now, and we've met again. It's been over a year, and I've become his sister's best friend.
Stating facts in my mind does nothing to calm me. The overwhelming anxiety biting at me is killing my nerve. I don't know if I can do this.
The beach with red sand. Is this the turning point in our non-existent relationship? The dusk colours the sky with bits of pink, orange, and purple. I can see him only 15 metres away.
He walks towards the water, shoes in hand. The water must be cool, not freezing, but not exactly a hot tub.
Almost how we aren't exactly friends, but I swear we're more alike than he thinks. I spent a day with him, and it was the highlight of my year. I had thought that it would be terrible. Plenty of assumptions were made back then. Like how I thought his sister would be like him. How I thought that he was a bad person.
The first time I saw him, the split coffee. He was rude, and I wanted to slap him.
When he put whip cream on my face, and kicked me from under the table. That was a jerk move, I was happy with my response.
He didn't let me go to that antique shop, and blamed me for everything that went wrong that day. But in the end, he gained my trust, and my respect.
I hadn't even noticed till now...
But maybe Terence planned it all.
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Short Story"Terence Kynaston is making his way into my life again..." Alena Tobin has had some bad run-ins with a certain blue-eyed boy. But, he's not all bad...
