Chapter 8.5: Second Chances

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[Todd's P.O.V.]

4 Years Earlier; August 3rd, 2012.

I pedal down the dirt path and back to my house. I'm luckier this time. No one is in sight, they're probably all still at the beach. I sigh and go to my kitchen to finish the salad. That girl had some nerve. I think. I can't believe she did that to me. Oh my god, I already forgot what she did. Oh yeah she was rude, or was that me? Hey! She did flip me off though. But you provoked her to.. Oh well. Not like I'll see her again. 

I'm just finishing the last bite of my salad when Mom and everyone walks into the kitchen from the patio door. I sigh and rinse my plate then get up and walk out the door towards the beach. I need to clear my mind. So much is going on right now, it's stressing me out and I've been pretty good with my condition lately even though so much has happened and I have so much to be angry about.

I walk through the sand, looking down at my feet as I kick the sand up into the wind and it blows away. I don't know how far I walk. The only thing on my mind is the sand that's squishing in between my toes and the waves that slide up the beach and cover my ankles then slide back into the huge sea of water. I keep walking. The waves crashing against the beach relax me and I sigh, feeling extremely relaxed until I hear that voice again.

"You look depressed." Sierra comments. I look around and see her sitting on a striped beach towel. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask. 

"Oh, my apologies your highness, I didn't know you owned the island." Sarcastic bitch. 

"Ok. You know what I mean. I've never seen you here before."

"My Dad and I just bought a condo here." She replies. "It's 10 minutes from the beach but at least I'm near the beach." She smiles. 

"Oh, ok." I mumble, not knowing what else to say. 

"Sit!" She says, patting the empty spot on the towel next to her. 

"Why are you so friendly?" 

"The real question is why aren't you?" I turn my body to face her but I don't say anything. "Yes?" She asks as I lose myself staring at her. She's pretty, no doubt. But.. She isn't Quinn. I love Quinn.. "Todd?" She asks again. 

"Huh? Oh, s-sorry." I stutter. 

"Took a trip to the moon or were you just checking out how hot I am?" She laughs. I laugh too but I can feel my cheeks turning red. 

"So.." She says.

"So..Where are you from?" I ask, trying to start a conversation. Maybe this girl isn't all that bad, if I get to know her. 

"Well. My Mom lives in New Hampshire but I only see her on spring break and for a month during the summer. For the most part I live with my Dad in Newton. It's near Boston, do you know it?" She asks.

"Really? I live in Boston."

"That's cool, we live really close. It's only like a 30 minute drive." 

"Yeah.." I say. 

"We live near Boston College, Chestnut hill." She says. "Small town-house. It's hideous but it's home and the kitchen's ok, I guess." 

"That's cool." 

"Yeah, what about you?" She asks. 


After the conversation with Sierra I finally do take her number and add her as a contact on my phone. I text her a 'hey' so she gets my number and say I have to get back to my house. As I'm walking back along the beach I realize how far I walked and how late it got. Sierra and I talked for a really long time, wow. Finally I reached my beach house and walked inside.

"Where have you been." My Mom says. Not even a question, she just wants me to see how mad she is.

"Sorry. I went for a walk on the beach and got caught up." I say and brush past her to walk to my room. I don't say anything else to my Mom. I change out of my shorts and t-shirt and into a white muscle T and a fresh pair of boxers then I climb into my bed and stare out the window that my bed faces and into Quinn's bedroom. The lights are out but I know she's awake. I see her eyes glistening in the moonlight and she gazes back at me. Oh Quinn. I get out of bed and close my blinds. Quinn's moved on Todd. So should you. I repeat it to myself as I fall asleep, instead of counting sheep. 

Quinn's moved on, so should you. 

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