Taming Of The Bitch

Chapter 6 | Apology Accepted?

Sometimes, when your not thinking clearly, you act in the most certain and focused ways.

You don't always need to make a decision. There's always option D) none of the above, do whatever the fuck you want.

And my teacher told me that when you have that option in a test, click on it, cause it's most likely correct.

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September
Friday 27th
3:45 pm

It's cold. Overbearingly cold. And I don't even think it's the wind, even though it's almost blowing my whole head of hair off.

It's probably my cold heart.

I don't know what I'm supposed to expect coming here, because I'm earlier then usual, which means he will most likely not be here. Which is fine.

I'm not too concerned on whether or not he is here.

Maybe we could restart? I don't know. I don't care.

I don't even know him.

I walk down the beach, my school uniform protecting nothing from the freezing temperature at the beach, surfers gliding amongst the tidal waves.

The technique in there surfing, the way they slightly swish there hips or shuffle there feet, can decipher the entire pattern of the surf. It's almost as beautiful as staring at the stars, simple, yet complex.

"It's marvellous, one would say."

My heart almost throbs out of my chest in excitement. Something about his company makes me want him to never leave.

Although I couldn't care less if he did leave. Obviously.

I continue staring at the ocean, turning the chaotic wind into tranquility.

One day, I'm going to learn how to surf. Not today, but I will definitely learn how to surf. Soon.

He stands beside me, his hands in his pockets. This is supposed to be awkward, but it's just completely out of this world awkward instead. Probably my fault.

I glance at him as he patiently stands in his khaki shorts and jumper. "The waves, I mean."

I nod. "No dog today?"

Luke eyes me curiously, possibly searching for an apology, which I still can't decide on which I should give or not. "He's at the vet getting de-sexed."

"That must make him lose some clout, I hear it's not very cool for famous puppy rappers to get there balls cut off." I comment, smiling a little.

His lips quirk up instantly. "You did your research, huh?"

"My sisters a massive fan of him." I shrug.

"Your still in your school uniform. Private school huh?" He asks.

"Yes, although there's nothing private nor righteously entitled about it."

He snorts. "Yeah, I know someone who goes there, definitely not private or righteous."

We start walking side by side.

"What did you tell the police about the car incident?" He asks, breaking the ice as we enter the topic.

"My grandma told them it was my older sister instead of me, otherwise we would get a ton of fines. And, they haven't found it yet."

"They're looking for your car?"

I shrug. "They said it would be quick since they can track the gps and number plate, but we don't have our hopes up."