Learning From The Bad Boy

Ladies Don't Throw Pity Parties

His dark eyebrows crinkled in confusion, "Sarah? The insanely hot blonde that graduated a couple years ago?"

I sighed. Yep. He got it right. Of course he'd remember my sister as the 'insanely hot blonde'.

Nodding a yes to his answer, I couldn't help but think, yet again, that this was indeed a horrible idea.

Way to go Celia.

"What does she have to do with you?" Axel asked.

I picked at the purple polish on my nails. "She's my sister."

He let out a low whistle. "Damn ginger snap. Where did you come from? I mean a sister that looks like that-"

"I get it asshole. She's perfect. Will you shut up, please?" Of course I was angry, livid almost. This was the reaction I was tired of receiving.

He threw his hands up in surrender, "Woah now tiger. Put your claws away, I was just reciting my original opinion of your sister."

The temptation to roll my eyes was great. He was just like every other guy who had ever laid eyes on Sarah. I would forever be the ugly ducking of us two.

My hair had always been a curse. How I ended up with red hair when I come from a family of blondes was something I would never know. Nobody had red hair, nobody.

Not only was I the only red headed child, but I was the ugly child as well. Maybe that's why mom puts so much pressure on me to appear perfect.

Appearing perfect was also something I failed at. Oh well.

"Ginger."

I ignored Axel's voice. Maybe I should save myself now and back out of my own insane proposition.

"Red."

The ocean was really calm today. It's pretty. Birds flew over head. Some seagulls landed on the beach strutting around, most likely in search of food.

"Celia."

I suppose I can't ignore him forever.

"Maybe this was a bad idea." My fingers twisted together.

"What? What does that mean?" He sounded confused.

I'm a second gusser, for lack of better words. A trait that usually exhausts everyone I meet.

"I really shouldn't have come to you. I mean it's just stupid. Ugh." I tugged on the end of my hair in frustration. None of my words were coming out like they should.

Axel made a tsk sound, "Sorry, love. You've already come to me. I'm interested. My curiosity has been piqued."

I dropped my head down onto the table. It made a thump sound on contact. All I wanted to do was go lay in bed and pity my own finicky personality and terrible decision making.

No, I can't do that. Ladies don't throw pity parties.

I felt a had grab onto the end of my braid, pulling my face away from the table.

"We aren't leaving this beach until you talk, didn't I already say this?"

Yeah. You did.

I sighed. "If you can refrain from making anymore comments about my sister, then I'll talk."

A satisfied smile played on his lips.

"No promises, but please continue."

My eyes narrowed on him. The urge to slap the smirk off of his face was strong.