Saving Boston (Rewritten)

Prove Everyone Wrong

My caramel-eyed girl spun around Trevor's backyard. Her curly hair started slowly falling from the bun on the top of her head with every twirl. I brought the red solo cup in my hand to meet my lips, but I could never bring myself to drink the water inside because I feared the rim would block my eyesight from her.

I loved nothing more than to see her so carefree. Her golden honey skin glowed in the bonfire light as she slowly peeled away from the leather jacket. Her head fell backward as she sang the lyrics to whatever song played through the speakers.

Everyone loved having the curly-haired girl around. She knew how to spread happiness as if it were contagious, and everyone got sick from her laughter. Bo also found it impossible to stop laughing. This happens when she takes seven jello shots and plays beer-pong to prove to Miles that she can kick his ass.

As my teeth grazed the rim of my cup, I realized it had been empty the whole time. After asking Miles to keep an eye on the girl dancing before us, I stood from my seat to find something else to drink. I searched through the cooler for something other than a bottle of alcohol, only to find juice boxes.

"You guys are back together then, huh?"

My eyes lifted from the cooler to see Chrissy standing near the patio doors. "Call it what you want."

"Luke didn't hurt her on purpose," she watched as I stabbed the straw into my drink. "He was drunk."

"Bo has been around me while I have been intoxicated," I rolled my eyes. "Never one have I thought about putting my hands on her. Not unless she begged me to, anyway."

"How long until you split up again and she comes running back?"

I ran my palm over my face. "Chrissy, I don't know if you are drunk or not, but you always start shit you can never finish."

"You aren't her type, Kinnick," she sighed. "Admit it. Bo is too good for you. When are you going to realize you'll never be enough?"

I already knew that. I reminded myself every time I looked at her. "If you are trying to make a point, make it."

"She talked about getting married to Luke and having kids," she crossed her arms. "You could never give her that. You will always be the man who killed her mom."

"I am done having this conversation with you -"

"Who do you think she ran to after finding out that you slept with Charlie?" She called out to me as I walked away. "Bo was right back in Luke's bed without a second of hesitation."

"Fuck off, Chrissy."

"Remember, they always start as the friends they tell you not to worry about."

Without another word, I snatched a different bottle from the cooler. Chrissy gave me one last glance before I stepped inside Trevor's house. The cap on my beer bottle hissed as I popped it off.

Chrissy never bothered me until she started shoving the shit in my face that I think about every day. Why do people look at me and assume I don't want to settle down and have kids? I have a heart and use it, even when people think I don't.

Granted, I never worried about my future enough to wonder what it would look like until I met Bo. I never had a reason to wake up until I met her. I guess that happens when you spend your life listening to people tell you that you don't deserve happiness.

I know I don't deserve her. I never will. Why she chose me, I do not know. I wonder when she will realize I am a mistake. In the end, I hope she knows that no matter what, I always love her. Nothing mattered in my life until I met her.