𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

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July 16, 2022.

I put my headphones in and walk over the wet sand. I start my walk on the beach, letting my mind go wherever. I start having flashbacks to the fight.

Mom: "She's getting older, let her make her own decisions for crying out loud!"

Dad: "She needs to eat! You can be the parent who has to deal with her death!"

Mom: "Are you crazy? You expect the worst from her and me."

Dad: "Crazy? Your the one who's letting our daughter starve herself to death!"

I can almost hear the faint sound of the gunshot.

I crash into a boy and slip into the water, getting my clothes completely soaked. "I'm so sorry I-" he begins to speak. I cut him off, "No, it was my fault I wasn't paying attention.", "Oh my god! Your clothes there are soaked," I look down, my sweatpants had turned from a light gray to a thunderstorm gray and my hoodie had splashes of dark wet spots on it. "I can give you an extra pair of clothes in my car. I feel so bad," he says, I look up at him, his eyes look like puppy eyes. He was almost desperate to give me clean dry clothes.

I shrug, "Will they fit me?" I ask. He nods, "They will probably be a bit oversized though.". He starts to walk toward his car and I follow close behind. I hear a women shout to him, "joão, onde você está indo?!"

(translation: Joao, where are you going?)

She's beautiful. She has a small head with a perfect jawline and long blonde healthy hair. I'm almost jealous.

He responds, "Eu fiz essa pobre garota cair, vou pegar roupas limpas para ela!"

(translation: I made this poor girl fall, I'm going to get her fresh clothes!)

She starts to get up from her position, places her book down, and takes off her black cat-eye sunglasses, still making direct eye contact with him. "É melhor ela não usar uma das minhas roupas, parece que ela vive nas ruas. E não deixe ela usar o seu! os seus são apenas para mim." she says giving me a nasty stare.

(translation: She better not wear one of my clothes, she looks like she lives off the streets. And don't let her wear yours! yours are for me only.")

I just kind of look around. I didn't understand a word they were saying, mainly because I never learned how to speak Portuguese, which is probably a bad choice given I have to live here for the next serval months. The boy looks annoyed and shakes his head. "Que seja," he mumbles under his breath.

(translation: whatever)

He starts continues to walk off toward his car and I shake my head and follow. Once we get to the car I stare in awe, it was a 2022 Chevrolet Corvette in black. He laughs at my interest in the car. He shakes his dark wet hair like a dog. I get water on me and laugh. He is just in neon light blue swim trunks. I can see his ab and v-line definition. I try not to make it obvious, but he still points it out. "No need to stare." He says grinning, he seems to have a very cocky personality. He clicks the button located under the trunk and it lifts smoothly on its own. He rummages through soccer balls, Gatorade water bottles, and luggage. He finally pulls out a very large grey hoodie and gray sweatpants that look to be six sizes too big. He hands them over to me. "Thank you, I mean it," I say in a grateful tone. I am still freezing from falling into the water. "Yeah, no problem it's the least I can do for knocking you into the water." He says while clicking the button to close the trunk door. "Do I need to return this or?.." I say. To be honest it looked like a nice hoodie and I was hoping I could keep it for my collection of 'hoodies I stole from boys I knocked into at the beach', this would be the only one in the collection though. "No it's fine, keep it. If you try to give it back my girl will probably flip that I gave it to you in the first place."

"Oh, ok," I say trying not to smile. "Hey, can I ask you a question something? It might be a little weird but it could help me out." He says while scratching the back of his neck. "Sure, anything." I reply, "So basically there is Uhm... A lot of rumors going around that she was cheating on me with one of my rivalries and she's been acting strange. Whenever I ask her about what happened she always gets super pissed at me and starts screaming. What should I do? I want to be with her, but I don't know if I can trust her." he says looking down. '

I sigh and take a second to think about my options on how to respond. "I'm going to be one hundred percent honest. I know you love her, or like her but if there are rumors AND she's not able to discuss what happened that night, or day I don't know- But besides that, she's probably not trustworthy, I mean you said it yourself you don't know if you can trust her. You don't have confidence in her trust, and a reship is built off of trust. If you can't have that then why even try? If I were you I would've broken up with her, given the information you've told me."

Hopefully, this doesn't backfire and he tells me this is the worst idea anyone could have ever given him, but to be honest I was speaking purely on how I felt.

"Thank you..." He trails off, not remembering that I haven't said my name yet. "Y/n, It's Y/n." I say. "Thank you Y/n." He starts to walk away, I put his hoodie next to my nose, it smells of fresh laundry and faded cologne. 

WOW HES SO...

ANYWAYS THIS WAS A SUPER LONG CHAPTER IM SORRY I DRAGGED IT OUT SMMMM. 

TODAY WAS MY BIRTHDAY AND IM SUPER HAPPY BC I GOT A NEW COMPUTER AND A NICE KEYBOARD. IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE MORE ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ANYWAYS HOPEFULLY ILL PUBLISH THE NEXT CHAPTER TOMORROW BUT IDKKKKKKK

GO CROATIA!!! fuck Marocco for their game against Portugal...

HAHAHA ANYWAYS TALK TO BABES TOMORROW <333 LOVE Y O U 

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