Waves

Waves: Chapter 5

The next few days passed by slowly. I couldn't take my mind off of the girl. I don't know why, but she just wouldn't leave my thoughts.

I was laying in my bed, looking at the ceiling. My aunt walked in the door and her sight focused on me. She sighed.

"Max you need to get out. You're turning 18 soon and I don't want you to live here forever" I sat up and looked at her.

"Even if I did, what would I do?" I asked, looking at her for an answer. She looked at me as she started folding my clothes.

"Well you could go to the skatepark nearby, you could go meet some friends, meet a girl maybe?" I sighed, debating on whether to tell her about the girl I'd met a few days ago. I looked at my aunt.

"Fine, but only because you asked." I got up off my bed and walked into the small living room that I shared with my aunt and her husband. I walked to the front and grabbed my skateboard.

"Bye Aunt Belle! I'll see you later!" I shouted to her.

"Bye love! Be back before dinner!"

"Yes ma'am!" I walked out the door, put my skateboard on the ground, quickly put my earbuds in and rode to the nearest skatepark. I listened to my music, forgetting about the world. I closed my eyes as the wind blew past my face. After a few seconds I was on the ground, laying down on my back.

"Max!" I opened my eyes slightly and saw the girl from the beach.

"Oh my gosh are you ok?" She knelt down by my head and took off my helmet.

"What happened?" I questioned, my throat hurting. Aleah scratched her head.

"I uh kinda hit you with my bike" I looked past her and saw her bike laying on the ground.

"Oh" I tried to get up, but when I moved my arm, I laid back in pain. Aleah looked closer at my arm. She picked it up.

"Hey! Be careful!" She glanced at me, then continued to look at my arm.

"Can you stand?" I looked at her.

"Didn't you see me trying earlier. No I can't stand" she rolled her eyes playfully and grabbed my good arm. She pulled me up with a strange amount of ease. I tried to stand but fell onto her.

"I hurt my leg" I whispered into her ear.

"It's ok. I got you" she put her arm around my waist and helped me walk.

"Where are we going?" I asked her.

"My house" I looked at her.

"To bandage your arm and look at your leg" I looked forward.

"Ok" I whispered.

"What about your bike?"

"I'll get it later" after a few minutes we made it to her house. She helped me inside and up to her bathroom.

"Can you sit on the counter?" I nodded. I hobbled over to the low counter and sat down, careful not to use my arm.

"Does your chest hurt?" She asked.

"Uh kinda, Why?" She looked back at me.

"I need to make sure that nothing major happened to you..."

"I'm fine" I said quickly. She gave me a look that said 'no you're not, I ran over you with my bike' I sighed.

"Max," she said with a soft voice, "I'm gonna need you to take your hoodie off." I slowly used my good arm to take my hoodie off. A few 'ow's left my mouth as I pulled my sleeves off. My light brown hoodie fell to the floor as it revealed my reopened scars. Aleah's hand flew to her mouth as she dropped the bandages. I took the chance and glanced up at her. She looked scared. 'I knew this was a mistake' I wanted to run and I was going to, until I saw her walking over to me. My breathing quickened and I felt something strange in my stomach as she stepped closer. She wrapped her arms around me as my breath hitched in my throat. When she wrapped her arms around me, I felt a weird sensation where she was touching my bare torso. We sat there in silence for a few minutes.

"Do wanna tell me what happened?" She asked. I placed my head on her shoulder.

"No" she pulled away and looked down at me.

"Max..." I looked away.

"I said I don't wanna talk about it" she tried looking into my eyes.

"What would your parents think" my face softened.

"They wouldn't"

"What are you talking about?" I became suddenly angry. I stood up, startling the small girl.

"They're dead! My parents are dead!" I yelled. My face softened when I saw how scared she was.

"Aleah..." before I could say anything else, she ran out of the bathroom. I sat back down on the counter and put my head in my hands.

'Why am I so bad with girls?'