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Day 1 - 3rd Person POV
If your body wasn't so overheated from all your crying, then you surely would have been freezing. Throughout the past week the weather has been overcast, occasionally storming at random parts of the day.
"The fuck are you doing here?!"
Harsh words ripped you away from your brooding, causing you to whip your neck around. For some reason, an ash blonde boy was standing a couple feet behind you with a grimace plastered on his face. Who the hell does this guy think he is?
"Sitting? The hell does it look like?" You scoffed.
"Well yeah, no shit, sherlock," He rolled his eyes and shoved his hands into his pockets. Talk about attitude. "I meant here. This is my spot."
You looked at him dumbfounded, his intrusion momentarily taking your mind off of whatever you were crying over. "It's a public beach."
"So? I sit here every single day. What the hell is a fucking loser like you doing here?" His vermillion eyes pierced into your own.
Having enough of this strangers bullshit, you reached over and ripped a piece of seaweed out from under a rock. Once you had tugged the whole rope out, you swung it at his face with full force.
"THE HELL?!" He tore the slimy vines off of his face and looked at you in shock. "DID YOU JUST THROW SEAWEED AT ME?!"
"No," You responded, turning back around to face the ocean once more. What was this dude's problem?
"WHADAYA MEAN 'NO?!'" The boy continued to raise his voice.
"Seriously, what the hell is your problem?!" You stood up and spun around on your heel to face him once again. "I am literally sitting here, on a rock, crying like a little bitch! What the hell does it look like? Don't you have any common sense? Didn't your mom teach you not to go interrupting people's mental breakdowns?!"
