Taste of Peaches

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I never knew how a person could get caught up in a moment... how even after it passed they could never seem to let it go.

That was entel I met Alessandro Rossi. 

It's kindove comical how one person can turn your world upsidown and then leave you to pick up the pieces...

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June 2, 

I always liked Spain.

"Puedo tener un café?" 

[can I have a coffee?]

Me and my friend Alice had come up with a plan to go after our senior graduation. I really will never know why I agreed but here I am in a resort 'cafetería' ordering food.

"Ok so..." Alice drawed out as I looked up at the waiter and smiled when she replied, "Sí, saldrá de inmediato."

[yes, it will be right out.]

As she walked away I looked back at Alice and rolled my eyes, "I am not going to skip the biggest race in the season to go clubbing with you."

"Why though-" I cut her off before she could continue, "This race is the only reason my dad decided to let me go with you, and for a matter of fact I do enjoy racing soooo-" I took a breath, 

"No."

She winced and prettended to solk while pouting her lip, "And your coming with me so let's finish up here and get back to the beach."

She let out a little giggle while pulling a book out of her bag...

After about two minutes the waiter came back with my coffee and I thanked her while taking small sips.

We left a short while later and I was engulfed with the salty scent of the sea as we walked along the beach with swimsuits on.

I always loved the beach, hated the ocean, but loved the beach... I was laughing at a comment Alice had made about a middle-aged couple when my phone started to ring.

As I picked it up I looked at the caller ID and let out a sharp breath...

'Alex'

"Hey whats up?" Alice asked and I just shook my head. She wasnt taking no for an answer so she leaned over and looked at the screen of my phone.

"Mia! Why is that asshole calling you?" I just averted my gaze and she shuved me.

"Fine, I've been texting him again." she just scoffed and I suddenly felt a pit form in my stomach.

Guilt, it was guilt...

"Are you fucking kidding me!" she yells at me while pinching the bridge of her nose, "I'm sorry." I say barely above a whisper.

"No."

I look at her confused and she alaberates. "The guy cheated on you with a girl namened Addison. Then dumped you. We went to fucking Spain to get away from the mess we have at home and you fucking bring him with us."

I feel like caving in on myself and start to cower away from her. 

"I am really sorry." I say and she just gives me a humerless laugh...

"Give me your phone."

"What?"
"You heard me. Hand it over." I raise my eyebrows at her and start to shake my head but she grabs my phone before I can stop her and clicks a few buttons.

"What did you just do?"

"Dealeted his contact."

My eyes widen and I start to panic.