A Car Crash Can Change Someone's Life

Friday, May 5

My life was different without Brandon. The fight in February was the last time I saw him. I saw him in the halls during school, but we never talked. I moved back in my place even though I was supposed to stay with Brandon's parents. I was comfortable and lonely at my place. It was only May, just one more month until school's out. I didn't even want to give Brandon his gift. It was two key chains that were the shape of puzzle pieces that would connect. Brandon's said 'His Brat' and mine said 'Her butthead'. It was a friendship one, and since we're not friends, I didn't want to give it to him. I just tossed them in my locker, after looking at them for 10 minutes.

It was after school and Megan came up to me.

"Hey Sen, wanna hang out today? I was going to go to the beach with Chelsea and we wanted to ask if you wanted to go. So?"

"Uh yeah sure, that'd be fun. Can we go to my house real quick to put my bathing suit on, and a coverup?"

She nodded with a big smile, and for once, I actually smiled, meaning it this time. I had to get Brandon off my mind and focus on all the fun things I could do with my other friends.

I quickly put my neon pink bikini on with a cover up over it. Then I grabbed a beach towel and sunscreen, knowing I would need them. I jogged outside into the front seat, with Chelsea in the back. Megan had a neon green bikini with a cover up and Chelsea had a baby blue bikini on with no cover up.

We arrived at the beach and left our flip flops in the car. Walking down the path, we were still singing Party In The USA by Miley Cyrus. Actually, we were shouting it, but almost the same thing. Once we reached the sand, we all looked at each other and then sprinted towards the ocean.

Splashing around, getting wet, we all were laughing and screaming, having the best time. We played around for an hour or so and then laid our towels down so we could tan. We all fell asleep for almost half an hour, so relaxed. When we woke up, which was actually at the same time, we all checked our phones to see what time it was. It was only five o'clock and the sun was still above the ocean. We all decided to go to a restaurant.

We put our stuff in the car and just walked to the Pelican Grill. We ordered our food and drinks, still in our bikinis. When the waiter came up, his expression was shocked. Chelsea winked at him and he chuckled.

The whole night we laughed and talked, having the greatest time in our lives. For once I actually meant it. Usually I would act like I was having a good time, but this time, I actually was. Until they dropped me off at my house.

Brandon was sitting on my couch, on his phone. When he heard the door shut, he looked up, worried a little, and then stood up, looking guilty. I knew that he was going to try and make this better, but even though I didn't want to fight with him, I had to. It was wrong of him to blame Justin for punching me in the face. It was my fault for standing in front of Zeke. As much as I hate Zeke, I also hated watching people getting hurt.

I tossed my towel on the floor by the laundry room. I was still in my bathing suit, so he looked at me weirdly for a second.

"I uh went to the beach with Chelsea and Megan. We didn't bring extra clothes, so yeah." I said awkwardly.

"Sen, we need to talk about what happened in February,"

"Brandon, I can't do this, okay? I don't want to talk about this. We fight, we fight. We can't fix this because if we try, it'll lead to disagreement. I feel horrible when I say this, but, we just have to leave it at this."

"Seneca, please, just hear me out-"

"There's nothing to say Brandon! There's nothing to say. We can't continue to be like this. You're too protective when I barely get hurt, or you're super mad at the person who didn't even mean to hit me! We have to leave it like this, please."

"Sen, I just want to make you happy again, please."

"If you want to make me happy, then stay away from me and leave it at that. So leave my house!"

Instead of arguing back, he just walked out the door not looking back.

I felt like the worst friend in history for doing that, but I couldn't fight with him. I knew he was going to say sorry, but I was going to yell at him, and he would yell back. So I couldn't let him talk because I knew it would lead to something way worse than what happened. I just ignored it and fell asleep on the couch, smelling his cologne, which made me tear up.