Restoration

CHAPTER 31 Avery

I ignore Logan for three days. I ignore everyone for three days. I'm physically here, but not mentally or emotionally. Zoey notices, but doesn't say anything, and Owen is clueless, he's too busy with his band, since they have a music festival they booked this weekend.

Not talking to Logan is making me weak, and emotionless. I'm scared to confront him. I'm such a loser. Hiding in the bathroom in between class periods, skipping lunch and staying in the library. What am I doing?

I check my phone in the library, my mom sent me a voicemail, and I listen to it carefully.

“Hey sweetie! Your aunt called. She said there's a surfing competition going on up where she lives, and she thinks you should compete! She offered to sign you up, and to take you in for a week. It's over your spring break. Call me later and let me know if you want to! Love you!”

Maybe that's what I need. To get out of here for a while. A surf competition is exactly what I need. Although I haven't competed in a while, but maybe this will help get my mind off things. I call my mom back right away.

“Hey mom, it's me. Yeah! I'd love to compete! What day is it? What beach? Let Aunt Sophie know I'm in! Talk to you later!” I hang up the phone and look around. My aunt lives in Myrtle Beach, about two hours away. It was perfect. Not too far away, not too close. I decide right then not to let people know other than my family, and Zoey.

Spring Break was after this weekend, and lasted for a week. It was all perfect. I made up my mind, and my mind said I'm going.

I'm struggling if whether I should tell Owen or not. Then Logan crosses into my mind. Should I tell Logan? Should I just come clean with everything and let him know why I freaked? Nope, still too chicken.

Later that night, I invite Zoey over for a movie night. We watch all our favorite TV shows and eat popcorn. She can definitely tell somehtings up, but she decides to keep to herself. At least for a little while.

“Okay. I can't do this anymore. What is wrong with you?” Zoey asks.

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. Tell me or I'm walking out that door. Right now.”

“FINE. Jesus Zoey. I'm going down to Myrtle Beach for a week. I have a surf competition. I'm staying with my aunt.”

“That's awesome Ave! Why would that be a problem?”

“Because... I haven't told Owen, and I'm not going to.”

“Well why not?”

“Because Z, he's too busy with his band, and he wouldn't come to watch me anyway. I don't want him, or anyone there. I just want to focus on the competition and not any boy drama.”

“Obviously. It sucks that I have to work all of spring break.”

“Yeah,” I say nonchalantly. I actually don't want Zoey coming either. Like I said, I just want it to be me, and the waves. Nothing else matters when I'm out there.

“Are you scared?” Zoey questions curiosly.

“Petrified. I don't want to suck. I haven't competed in two years Z,” I confess.

“What day do you leave?”

“I'm leaving on Monday. The competition is on Wednesday.”

“Oh okay. Well I know you'll do great. You're a great surfer Ave, you always have been.”

“Thanks, but can you do me a favor? Don't tell Owen okay?”

“Okay, okay. I won't. But I think you should tell him, he's already edgy right now. Plus wouldn't he cheer you on?”

“There's not a lot I can do about that, and no, not really. He doesn't like the beach. Hey. I'm tired, let's go to sleep,” then I turn off my lamp and roll onto my side. Letting my dreams take me away.