How To Date A Greek Boy

Kon All Over Again

I stood up hurriedly, my eyes wide.
“What do you mean you can’t find him?!”
“We tried calling him like eight times when we got done with the kissing booth, he wouldn’t pick up. Then we called the Hostel, the guy on the counter said he didn’t know.”
“Of course he didn’t, he looks like he’s in a drug stupor 24/7.” I muttered under my breath.

“He said he was coming here to see if you were back or not, so we came back. But now he isn’t here either.” Fran said, scrunching her eyebrows in confusion.

I felt like crumpling down on myself, because however much I didn’t want to admit it, I knew the truth. I knew Kon left because of what he’d seen going on with Josh and I.

And I hated myself for being so weak and letting Josh so close and making Kon feel that way, after knowing how unsure of himself he was.

Now I had to add “Misunderstanding with Kon” into the long list of problems I already had, right behind “Running away from Graduation” and “Almost giving mum a hypertension attack”.

Oh, the joy.

But more than being disappointed with myself, I was disappointed with Kon. How could he so easily believe that I was kissing Josh when he knew our past? Could he be dumb enough to believe that I did it willingly? That’s kind of slutty, breaking up with a cheating boyfriend and then kissing said ex boyfriend while dating somebody else.

Oh my god he thinks I’m a slut. He so totally thinks I’m a slut.

No, no this wasn’t happening. I was going to go and drill it into his thick, insecure skull that I liked him and no one else, and that I would never do something like that.

Maybe I’d even slap or punch him for not hearing me out and just running like a baby.
Yeah, I’d punch him.

Hurriedly, I straightened myself and walked out the door, offering no explanation to Hermes and Fran except a mumbled ‘I’ve got to go.’

Where could Kon go?
If I was Kon, where would I go?, I thought as I stepped out onto the road, debating which way to go.
For some annoying reason, Dad’s words kept repeating themselves in my ears- The place will call out to you, Lee. Always go to the place that calls out to you.

And inexplicably, I found myself following his advice.

I took a deep breath and concentrated, and automatically, my feet just started moving left. Leaving the hostel behind, I started running, my feet carrying me further, faster.

I picked up my pace, surprised that I could run so fast. The last time I’d run this fast was on the beach in Mumbai, with him. I smiled as that memory came to light.
It just made me run even faster, my legs moving like they weren’t connected to my body.

I arrived at a dock.

On both my sides, the promenade spread out, shops lining it up and down. Most stalls sold seafood and small carvings or paintings of boats and sea creatures like Mermaids.
I spotted some large shops giving out boats on rent- kayaks, and canoes.

In front of me was a small pier from which the boats were pushing off to go a few meters out to sea and return. There were motorboats too.

Some distance to my left, a bigger pier went further out to sea. Bigger boats were anchored there, the small cruises and yachts.

It was on that pier that I saw a forlorn boy sitting, his legs over the side, hanging down. His entire body was slumped, and he was a picture of dejection.