Summer Love

Jealous Much?

Marco helped me off the slide, he had that adorable smile that I love so much. He seemed really happy, but I wondered what he was going to tell me, my curiosity got the better of me.

"Hey Marco, so what were you going to tell me before we went down the slide? I know you said it was nothing, but I wanna know because it's obviously something."
"I don't feel like talking about it." He said.

He seemed really upset, I shouldn't have asked him.. I'm such an idiot.
He left walking in the other direction without saying another word. I could feel the guilt washing over me, but I can't help but catch up to him.

"Marco wait up!" I call out to him. He turns around looking at me.
"Marco I'm sorry, I should've asked." I felt bad, really bad.
"It isn't your fault Star, you're not to blame, I am." He would look anywhere but my face.
"What do you mean?" I said.
"It isn't you, it's me." He said.
"Marco we both know it's about me, and you can't say it isn't." He finally looked me in the eyes, shock written all over his face.
"So please tell me, I wanna help you, no matter what it is." I know I was probably persisting too much, but I love him, so how could I not? I was reaching for his hand until he backs away from me.
"Marco plea-"
"I get that you're trying to help, but that's not what I need right now. So just stop." He said that coldly without any emotion at all. I know he needed his space but that hurt me, it really did.
"I get it." I walked away, wanting to cry.
"Star I didn't mean it like that." He said worriedly.
"It's fine Marco." I put my head down walking away. Usually I wouldn't be too upset about it, but I couldn't help it.

The worst part was that even though I told him I was okay, I just wanted him to hug me from behind and apologize to me. He didn't do that though, I just want to be there for him. I don't get why he can't see that. I had walked for about five minutes until I found Mrs. Diaz, she told me that I would be able to find her at the food court. I saw her talking with Mr. Diaz. They both smiled at me.

"Oh hey Star." Her smiled quickly faded.
"Star are you okay?" Mrs. Diaz said worriedly.
"I'm fine." I wasn't crying, but I couldn't look her in the eye.
"Are you sure sweetie?" I nod, reassuring her.
"Where's Marco?" She was looking in every direction for him.
"I don't know." After a few seconds, Marco came walking towards us from the path I had came.
"Marco why weren't you with Star?" Mr. Diaz said.
"I-"
"I told him I wanted to walk by myself." Even though I feel like crap because of him, I didn't want him to get in trouble because of me. He looked at me, shocked that I covered for him.
"Marco, do you know why Star is upset?" Mrs. Diaz said.
"I told you I'm fine." She didn't look convinced, but she stopped asking me.
"Well I think it's about time we went home." Mr. Diaz said.

I wasn't complaining about it, the longer I was here, the more I just wanted to leave. Marco didn't say a word about it either. We all walked out from the waterpark, putting our belongings in the trunk of the car. All of us got in the car, I didn't even look at Marco during the ride back. I was too upset with him to even look at him, he didn't try to talk to me either. During the ride his words kept replaying in my head, I got more upset the longer I thought about it. Once we finally got  to the hotel, I got my stuff and headed straight to the room Marco and I shared. I went inside the room and put my stuff in the right side of the closet because Marco's side was the left. Since it was still the middle of the day, I decided that I wanted to go down to the beach. I put on my white bikini with a design of golden stars, and just when I was finally done getting ready, that's when when Marco entered the room. Our eyes met for a moment until I finally looked away.

"Star look-" He started.
"Save it." I didn't care about what he was going to say, I just need to get out of here. I started heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"None of your business." I could see by the corner of my eye that he looked hurt, but he deserved it. I walked out the room, making my way to the beach.