Skylar's P.O.V.
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I study my reflection in the mirror. I'm wearing a light gauzy maroon sundress that sits about four inches above my knee. My hair is in loose curls, and i've applied my eyeliner softer then normal. I'm wearing my favorite necklace- a long silver chain with a cross attached, I'm not super religious, but Drake gave me the necklace and I absolutely love it.
The alarm on my cell phone chimes, signalling it's almost 7:00. I head down-stairs. "You look pretty, Skylar." My little sister, Brooke says. "Thanks Brooke." I say, patting her shoulder.
Drake rings the door bell at 7:01. "Hey Drake!" Brooke calls from the family room. She gets up and walks over to the door. " Hey kiddo." He says, giving her a hug. "Have fun!" My parents call after us. As I shut the door.
"Where are we going?" I ask. "The beach. That okay with you, Sky?"
I love the beach. "Of course i'm okay with it. I love the beach almost as much as I love you.
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At the beach Drake and I order fries at one of those beach-shacks-restaurant things. We walk along the shore for a while, eating and throwing fries at seagulls.
"Drake. I'll race you to that umbrella." I say taking off my sandals. "Ready, ONE TWO THREE GO!" I yell, taking off before he knows whats going on. The race isn't fair at all, me being the track star and all. Plus I got a head start. I laugh as my feet hit the soft sand. I can hear Drake not far behind me. I cross the "finish line" about three seconds before he does.
"Whoa. Not fair! You got a head start!" Drake says, panting like a dog, which I find adorable because his cheeks are flushed pink. "And how many times have you beat me at Call of Duty?" I remind him.
We start walking back to the shoes we abondened. One second mine are in the sand, then in the hands of a stranger.
"Are these yours miss?" A tall, tan, muscular boy with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes hold my sandals up. "We wouldn't want a pretty girl like you going with out shoes." He says. He has a slight accent, but I can't quite tell where it's from.
I raise my eye-brows. "Cool story, bro. Tell it again." I say, snatching my shoes back. "Alright mate, I'm sorry. If you give me your number I could call you and give you a proper apology." He says, flashing a perfect white smile.
"You could ask my boyfriend for it." I reply, unimpressed. His eyes go wide as Drake puts his arm over my shoulder. "I'm sorry, truly, I am. But aye, mate your a lucky one with a girl that has a body like that." He says, winking at Drake. Australian. I think to myself.
Drake's arm drops from my shoulder. His hands ball into fists, and he punches Mr. Swanky Australian in the jaw. His hand flies up and clutches face. Then Drake lands a blow on his eye. "This way you can't be staring at my girlfriend, you-" I cut him off. "Drake stop it. He didn't know." I say, trying to end this before it goes bad. Too late.
"Listen to the pretty lady." Australian-Guy says, doubled over in pain. Drake raises his fists, ready to strike again, but Aussie beats him to it. A small cut opens just under Drake's eye-brow. A small but steady stream of blood starts to flow from it.
More punches are thrown. A loud, extremely audible 'crack' comes from Aussie's nose. Blood is everywhere now, staining the soft white sand. "Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. STOP IT!" I scream, tears spilling out of my eyes.
The boys quit beating the crap out of each-other and turn to look at me. Drake's eyebrow is stillbleeding, he has a bruise blooming in his cheek-bone, and his lip in split, a fair amount of blood spilled from it. Aussie's eye is swollen shut- an ugly shade of purple, his jaw is fairly beaten up, too. But worst of all is his nose. It's at an odd angle, obviously broken, and it's bleeding everywhere.
I turn my back and run. It's hard to run through the sand, it feels like I'm running in place. Finally I reach the parking lot, but I keep running. I run past Drake's car. I'm running down the road, my sandals still in hand. Rocks press into my feet but I ignore the pain.
I reach the place I'm looking for- a small pond in the woods (well as close to woods as Southern Cali gets) with a cute little wooden bridge that stretches the length. The bridge looks like a dock, but it has railings. I sit on the 'bridge' and put my sore feet in the water. Then I put my face in my hands and cry. And cry. And cry. And cry.
The dock shifts, signalling somebody else is on it. I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Babe I'm sorry. I didn't try to upset you. I was tryin' to protect you. I love you so much." He says, gently squeezing my shoulder. I say nothing. I just turn my head.
"How can I prove it to you?" He whisper.
I feel the cool metal of a necklace chain around my neck. Drake fastens the clasp and gently moves my hair so it's not stuck under the chain.
I look down. I'm wearing his silver chain. He's worn it as long as I've known him. I don't know thesignificance of it, but I know it means a lot to him. "As long as your wearing this, I will always love you." He says.
I turn around and kiss him gently on the lips. He winces a little bit because of his injuries, but nothing more.
He stands and helps me get up. I hold his hand in mine and we walk off the bridge. "I love Drake. I always have, and I always will." I tell him. He smiles even though I can tell it hurts.
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AUTHORS NOTE, YO. So, this chapter is kinda short, but that's because I have a danceproformance in TWO DAYS. And I'm stressing about it. (I'm gonna complain until it's over, so sorry if you get annoyed with me. I love this story so much. But it makes me realize what a loser I am. (I'm in a relationship with my computer) haha. Yep. Heehee. I repel men. I'm very... crazy. Well I'm getting off topic here. So have a good night/day/afternoon/OCTOPUS. And remember to feed your pogo-sticks.
