My heart stopped. Sure enough I could make out the chocolate curls of the boy from the bakery. He looked up only for a second, slightly shocked to see me but not even close to how I felt. Caroline saw him staring and pulled his face back on hers.
“Cheers to the start of summer 09’!” I heard Logan chant. Faint woos’ and yeahs’ from the other two boys chimed in after.
I couldn’t stop staring. I had no reason to stare or be shocked, yet there I was with my mouth hanging in awe. We had only met this morning. Why did I feel like this? So oddly jealous of Caroline for having her tongue in his mouth. Memories of Jack come flooding back into my head. I stood up without thinking and dropped my drink to the sandy floor.
“HEY! Don’t waste my boos!” It was Chris this time that looked angrily at me. Maybe the anger was because he was drunk off his ass, but I was clearly not wanted.
“Uh, thanks for the drink, I’ve uh, I’m going” I stammered my way back from the fire as I felt the pain on my side come back once more.
“See ya M-kae” Logan laughed falling over onto Tyler. These drinks must have been at least the third round.
I waved slightly not bothering to turn around. As I walked I stared at my feet, only my feet, watching my every step. My vision became more and more blurry and my eyes started filling with tears. This is why I am by myself. If I am with anyone else I get too attached, even if I had known them for less than 24 hours. I know my feelings seem so foolish but then again, I am a teenager, I have the right to see foolish. When I get myself caught in a bad place, it’s as though I can never get out. The only things I can think of are the things that hurt me. All the images flash by my eyes. All my embarrassing moment, all my regrets, breaking up with Jack, My Parents’ devoice and… Harry.
Just as the thought crossed my mind a hand reached out to touch my shoulder and pull me around. We were now standing face to face.
“Going so soon?” Harry asked, you could tell by his stance he was tipsy, not as drunk as the others for sure, I’m not sure how he managed to get in a drink with Caroline there. Yet there was something about his eyes that seemed sober or maybe just sincere.
“Yes” Was all I could manage to say before turning around to keep walking.
He started to laugh a little “Are you… mad at me?” He made it seem like a joke.
“Yes, no, well… no!”
“I hope I didn’t give you the wrong impression.”
“No, perfectly clear, you’ve got a girlfriend, have fun with that!” My tone was sarcastic but not joking, yet Harry continued to laugh as though I was telling a funny story.
“Caroline is just a friend!” I stared at him in complete shock now. Harry didn’t seem like a stupid boy but if that was his definition of ‘friend’ he had a few things to learn. He looked into my eyes now sensing my doubt. The composure of his face changed with in a second. He wasn’t in the mood for jokes anymore. His features were hard as a rock, piercing. Those soft twinkling eyes turned to stone. “Are you judging me?”
“A little, yes.”
“You don’t know me.” He was glaring me down now. “I’m not one, to stick to one,” He was stepping closer to me with every word. “People don’t judge me.” I could feel this breath hitting me. His eyes connected to mine. Without another word, he turned around and disappeared in the direction of the fire.
Finally my breath caught up with me and I let out a sigh. This was a new Harry, not the one who had been so polite to Nan and I, not the one who cracked jokes. How had he changed so drastically within the course of a night? The only thing I was left to feel curious about was not knowing who the real Harry was.
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A few days had passed since the night at the beach and I had not left the cottage. I had spent most of these hours helping Nan clean, organize, and do general house work. However at night I couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t due to time anymore; this restlessness came on its own. I would often play music to try and coax me to sleep, and when that wouldn’t work I would write. I had written multiple short stories in my life. Many had to do with adventure and traveling. I used my stories as a diary sometimes. Not a diary of my past, things I had done or experienced, my diaries told the story of my dreams, goals, and maybe my future. I knew I would never climb Mount Everest, but maybe I could live through a character who had.
However this life is my reality, so I am ready to live it. I dragged myself down the stairs wearing leggings and a baggy red shirt, It was just one of those days to me. I was welcomed to the kitchen by an overload of chores Nan had set up and left on a list, rested on the table.
“Great” I huffed. ‘Weeding the front garden’ was the first on the list. I still didn’t see how Nan needed this much help around the house. She seemed like a perfectly capable woman! However, I was not about to complain. The last thing I wanted was to be shipped home early. I did as she instructed, grabbed the gardening gloves and started out the front door.
It was a cold day, way to dark and gloomy for summer. This captured my feelings almost instantly as I looked three houses down the street. Harry was there mowing what I assumed to be his front lawn in sweatpants, and only sweatpants. I wasn’t the only one who set out to do work so early. I tried to look away from him and look at the flowers, but to be honest Harry was a prettier view. But in the end I forced myself into the work I had set up in front of me. When I had finished the first patch I looked up to see if I could catch a glimpse of him. When I looked around, he was no longer on the lawn mower, he was walking straight for me.
“I was going to drop by at some point,” Harry said standing over me in the path to the front door, “I’m sorry if I offended you the other night.” Now with him in full sight I saw everything. His body was so toned, way more than you would expect from a teenage boy. A clearly visible six pack on his chest, and collar bones that could kill.
I didn’t respond to his accusations but instead asked him a question of my own “Why don’t people judge you?”
He smiled slightly looking at the ground for a moment then snapping back up to my eyes. “People don’t judge me, because they know me.”
I stood up straighter trying to match his height; this was unsuccessful for he was at least 5 inches taller than me. “So, how would one get to know you?” I questioned.
He smiled a little brighter this time as he slowly turned around to start walking back to his house. This was confusing, he hadn’t answered my question.
“Be outside your house at 7” He yelled, still not facing me. My cheeks felt hot, and a slight shiver went up my spine as I watched him walk back inside his home. Maybe I would get to know the real Harry.
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