My Riptide

Chapter 2 ~met at shore~

I climbed out of the window from my house in the morning and started walking to my secret spot on the beach that I go to every morning.

I like to cover my bruises and scars with the soft, clean sand while I watch the sunrise.

I try not to think about home that much. It's not like anyone knows what happened, but I still do and it's like a curse that lives inside of me.

I have one friend. Hannah has always been there for me and she knows most of everything just not the sexual assault and murder part.

She doesn't know about my private spot though. No one does.

I start playing with the sand covering more bruises.

Then all of a sudden I get a call from Paul. I was mortified. I pick up the call.

"Hello?", I am shaking. But then I hear a sigh and he hangs up. I'm so relieved. I closed my eyes and the next thing I know it, there's a boy sitting next to me.

I look up and have never seen such a boy who was not willing to attempt anything in public.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

"I mean are you really going to move when you've already sat down?"

"Well even if I would've moved, you don't own this spot." He smiles and his eyes make over to my hands.

His smile is to perfect in the light to say no to. I needed someone to talk to anyways.

"What? You just see a lonely girl sitting on the beach and you think she needs a males attention?"

"I mostly come to watch the sunset, you know just to clear my head."

He scoots himself close to me. I watch him fix his, from the looks of it, soft hair.

His face is perfectly sculpted, his light brown hair fluffed up in the front, his shoulders are sun burnt, and his lips are a bit chapped.

"You know if you keep looking at me like that your going to start blushing in about thirty seconds, trust me."

I giggle when I shouldn't have. I should know better not to talk to strangers, but when they're as pretty as him, I probably won't shut up.

"Well don't flatter yourself to much, privacy stealer."

"Hey peach I didn't steal your privacy, you just happened to be at my secret spot."

"Peach?" I scoff.

"Yeah, that's your new name by the way, I don't care if you like it or not its staying."

The hell does he think he is? And where the fuck did Peach come from?

He glances over at me and he can't take his eyes off my hair. God please don't say I have a rats nest feasting my head right now.

I don't know how to feel about this guy. He looks a bit older but not much. His shoulders are huge. And he looks really good in that tank top.

He has a few small tattoos placed all along his arms, some big, some small. Most of the small ones are writing. Which I can't see from the angle I'm at, but they kind of look like they'd fit him well. I imagine it saying something manly. Oh god what if he's a smoker. He doesn't smell like one.

"Your hair is dirty but soft. How do you do that?" He asks. He looks funny when he's confused.

"Well first off that was rude calling it dirty."

"How? Oh never mind your probably just sensitive."

"You take that back." I said loudly not meaning to.

"Sorry Peach, just saying what had to be said." He winks at me and I soon feel this ache in my stomach. It feels like my stomach is kind of hallow. I don't know, but it kind of made me smile again.

Why do I keep smiling? As these thoughts go though my head we lock eyes with each other.

"Uh hey, there's a party tomorrow at my friends beach house. I would love to talk to someone that knows me there, other then my guy friends. I get tired of talking to the same people that aren't interesting." I start laughing.

"Uh I don't know. I never been to a party and I don't even know you."

"You will" he says, grinning at me.

"I'm pretty sure some other girls will come up to you when they see a handsome mystery boy at a party. You could talk to them."

"Oh stop it your making me blush Peach. No seriously though, those girls just want to be in my pants every ten minutes. Your different. You havnt ever been to a party it'll be fun trust me."

"I'm different.' Only if you'd like to know." I say mocking his tone.

"It's the only way for us to actually get to know each other."

"Who said I was interested in getting to know you?" Can he be anymore hopeless?

"Fucking stubborn as hell." He mumbles off.

"Fine. But do you even know my name?"

"No. Why do I need to my Peach?"

"Because that's getting old. It's Coral."

"River. I'll see you tomorrow."

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EDITED- I changed out all the past tense words because now when I was reading it back again I realized none of this made sense so I changed a few concepts and some conversations.

Edited- 10-21-23