In a weak attempt to run from her past, Valley moves away from home after she graduates high school. She keeps to herself in this new small town like she plans and she thinks she is doing fine this way. That is until she comes across a boy who won't...
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I didn't realize how hard it was not to care until I started caring. When it came to my mother, I craved her approval. Her acceptance of me meant everything to my thirteen-year-old-self. Trevor only ever cared about what it took to get me to do his favors, but the tricks he used to get me to do it, filled that need in me. I became accustomed to their ways, craving their attention by all means necessary.
Eventually, though, I was able to see through them, making my indifference easier. I had to learn how to no longer concern myself with their feelings or opinions anymore. But it was different with Wes. In the beginning, I didn't care what he thought of me. In fact, I couldn't care less about the boy who was interrupting my process of change.
"Hey, Val," Wes' chipper voice rang through the phone.
"Hi."
"What's up?"
"I was going to go to the beach then the bookstore."
"Oh, where?"
"Um," I tried to think but all I came up with was, "Near the harbor?"
"Very descriptive. Which one?" He laughed.
"I don't really know the names of the streets and all yet," I said sheepishly. "It's on the west coast of Bristol. Why?" I asked as Wes chuckled.
"Can I tag along?"
A smile invaded my features. I tried to shove it aside by scrunching my face up instead. "I'm just going to finish my anthology on the beach," I said, confused why he would want to come, though, not altogether opposed to it.
"Your what?"
"Book." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh," he said, still not fully understanding. "So," he trailed off, "is that a yes to me coming with?"
"You want to come with me while I finish my anthology on the beach at night?"
"Sure," he said casually.
Can you hear the glee in his voice, Vienna?
There is no glee, I shook my head at the ridiculous thoughts.
That was glee, Vienna. He's happy he gets to see you in a little bit. And so are you.
Shut up, I told my smug self.
"Why?" I asked distastefully.
"Because I want to hang out with you?" Wes tried slowly, wanting to gauge my reaction which seemed pretty hard to do since we were speaking on the phone to each other.
"Um okay, then I'll text you the address. It's a private beach."
"I didn't know you trespass too, Val," I could hear the taunting grin in his voice.
