My biggest mistake

Chapter five

Maeve

The week goes by really fast and Saturday comes. I didn't tell Grey that Atlas asked me to go to his birthday because I don't want to go. Well, he told me just to come over but I know that it's his birthday. How could I forget? November 4th. Since he told me the date of his birthday, I could not take it out of my mind.

My phone dings. I pick it up. There's a message from Atlas.

"Where are you?"

"Not your problem"

"I told you to come"

I send him the emoji with the girl that raises her shoulders.

I get up from the bed and grab my black leggings and a random hoodie. Shit! I forgot to give back his hoodie and now my closet smells like his cologne. Wonderful! I put on my dark red hoodie and a black long sleeve tight shirt. I take a black tote bag from the top of my closet. I place in it the new book I'm reading "Ugly Love" by Colleen Hoover, my portable charger, the pencil case with all the stuff I need to annotate. Also when I'm downstairs I take a sheet to lay down on the sand and a bottle of water.

Before I leave I put on a pair of crocs and I make sure I got everything I need. I put my AirPods on and play my Chase Atlantic playlist.

I walk around the cold streets vibing to the music in my ears. If I go a little bit faster I am pretty sure I get to watch the sunset.

A few moments later I am walking in the cold sand, bare feet, the ocean's breeze making my cheeks go red. That's why I love this place; whenever I am bored I can just go to the beach and read a book. That's what I am doing right now. I place the sheet somewhere next to the rocks and lay down opening the book. I had a crazy week and this time alone is the only thing I need.

I love to interact with people and make new friends, but as much as I love to do that I love to spend time alone. I feel like the more you find the strength to do things alone the more your mental health starts healing.

The sun is starting to disappear and I am forced to put my book down because I can't see anything. I've managed to read around one hundred pages in an hour.

I put the book into the bag and get my knees to my chest and I just watch the ocean. Tonight the waves are a little bit bigger. The music and the view in front of me fit perfectly and I feel like I would fall asleep. As I am watching the ocean the thoughts from Wednesday night won't leave my mind. My skin burns in the places that Atlas kissed me, my body wants his lips all over me not just the neck. Every time I don't do anything the feeling of his hands wandering on my back and his lips touching every inch of my body gives me goosebumps. Why do I have to react this way to his touch? Why is my body craving him so much?

Grey saw my hickey Thursday morning, he wasn't very happy about it. I told him it was James's art, I didn't say anything about Atlas, or the beach, or the dark room. But in the change of that, I told him that nothing is going to happen between me and James. In my whole entire life, I've never seen him so fucking happy.

As it gets darker, I decide that is best to go home, even though Ocean View is a peaceful city, you never know what can happen.

After thirty minutes of walking, I finally get home. Grey and I are alone this weekend; my mother went on a short vacation with her boyfriend. I am really happy that she is happy, she deserves everything.

I get into my room and just leave my bag on the desk chair as I take a shower. I will put everything back after I make something to eat. I am starving.

I finish showering and I take out a pair of red plaid pajama pants and an oversized black T-Shirt. I throw my hair into a bun and go downstairs.