The Summer Job | g.d

18 • Boss Ass Bitch

18 • Boss Ass Bitch

Grayson doesn't take too long to come down to the beach and by that time Henry and I had just finished our ice-creams. We jump up and walk over to Grayson who is strolling towards us.

"Evening," I mutter, pushing Henry forward, "This is my brother Henry."

"Yeah, we sort of met in the restaurant yesterday," he smiles, "How you going buddy?"

"Fine," Henry ignores before running off down the beach.

"Alright," Grayson mutters in reply. We both start our usual stroll down the beach.

"Don't worry, he needs to burn off the pizza he just ate!" I roll my eyes as he continues his run.

The cool air whisks against my skin and the sounds of the waves relax me.

I could get used to this.

I look up to see Grayson staring at me and I just sort of roll my eyes.

"What?" I mutter.

"Nothing," Grayson says defensively.

"Um, what do you do when someone is in the water?" I ask, attempting to change the subject. I hate when I catch people staring at me. I don't know whether it's a good thing like they are admiring me or it's bad and the are judging everything about me.

"Well, I'll swim out and perform CPR and keep them alive," Grayson exclaims like it is the most obvious answer in the world.

"Well, then why am I here?" I sigh, looking around to the ocean just to check if anyone was in there.

"I dunno, I just like the company," Grayson mutters.

"What? You scared of the dark?" I chuckle, kicking up some sand. Grayson's head turns to me and I can see it in his eyes.

"Are you scared of the dark?" I ask rather invasively.

"Well, I wouldn't say afraid," he begins.

"You're scared of the dark," I conclude and Grayson just shakes his head, "yes you are!"

"Look, I just don't like walking around at night by myself," he mutters in defence.

"But," my eyes look around, "one there is no one here, and two, you're a big guy, just punch 'em."

"I'm not as big as I seem," he says.

"What do you mean?" I question. He's a strong guy. He could easily knock anyone out. He has quite a muscular build. Like he wasn't fat or anything, he was just quite solid.

"I mean, I don't exactly punch," he says.

"You don't punch?" I question again.

"Okay, you want the meat of the story," he says and I just nod, feeling like I am invading a bit of his privacy, "when I was younger I was always the smallest, skinniest guy and I would look to all the popular guys in my year and I would want to be that."

He stops for a second, "don't say it, if you're not comfortable," I say, not wanting to force his secret out of him.

"Well, we'll just say I had a small transformation but I am still the same person on the inside," he finishes abruptly.

Clearly there is something up.

I just nod, not wanting to push it. We all have secrets and some just are not supposed to see the light of day. I've got many, bottled up inside of me. Locked in a vault that I never want to touch or feel again.

"But why me?" I mumble, not really knowing what I am talking about.

"What?" Grayson says.

"Why would you want me as company?" I say, "surely you can find someone more, tolerable."