♕ CHAPTER SIXTEEN ♕
↦ SKYLAR'S P.O.V ↤
As usual I was running away.
My heart beat fast and the vodka I had just downed made everything more fuzzy in the dark night but I didn't stop.
The salty breeze whipped at my face as I ran. My eyes blurred with tears. I didn't know where the hell I was running to but it was as way from that damn beach party as I could possibly get. The stars illuminated the sand as I ran.
Not paying attention but just running where my feet carried me, I didn't notice someone standing a few feet ahead until it was too late. I collided into he or she, causing both of us to fall.
The stranger let out a string of angry curses. The deep voice definitely confirmed it was a male. A groan of pain echoed into the night as he landed on the ground with a thud. I fell on top of him, accidentally jabbing him with my elbow.
"Bloody hell!" he mutterted with another slightly painful groan. That voice was too familiar.
"Sorry." I squeaked as tears rolled down my face. This entire day was a complete disaster.
"Mind getting off me first before I could even try to accept your apology, Skylie." the person muttered, even though he was slightly amused.
"Tristan!' I gasped, getting off of him and standing. Twice in one day. Grimacing, I brushed the sand off my dress.
"The one and only. Ugh, my side hurts from your steel elbows." he said, muttering the last part.
"Sorry." I said, embararrsed. I brushed the sand, that had gotten on my forehead when I fell, away.
"You should be, especially when you you knocked into me with a speed of 120 kilometers per hour. Who are you running from anyway?" Tristan asked.
"Not who. What I'm running for is more accurate than the first statement." I sighed. I sat down dejectedly on the sand.
"I didnt invite you to sit, Skylie. But since I'm curious, I'll let it slide." he said, sitting down next to me.
"It's a free beach. I dont need your invitation." I scoffed.
"But I was here first." he stated, in a matter of fact voice.
"Shush," I replied to him, too tired to find any proper comeback. Tristan laughed.
"So what has my Skylie literally running into my arms?" he asked.
I grumbled as I thought about what had happened not too long ago. I bit my lip and picked some sand up into my cupped hands and then let it seep through the creases of my fingers back to where it had came from. The small waves crashing onto the shore made me relax a bit. I glanced up at the starry night.
"Pope Tristan is all ears. I dont have all night for this, Skylie." Tristan said poking my side. I glared at him and he shrugged innocently.
I sighed. Inwardly, I really did want someone to talk to. And if it had to be the antoganizing and infuriating Tristan Blakes, then so be it.
"It happened at Jay's beach party. It was a game of truth and dare. It got out of hand and-" I was cut of by Tristan's laughter. He was rolling on the sand and clutching his stomach.
"What's so funny?" I asked, angrily. The normalcy between us was coming back. I sudddenly didnt feel like opening up to him anymore. The beach party seemed erased from my memory. I could only focus on the laughing idiot rolling around next to me.
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Skylie
Teen FictionSkylar is a teenaged girl, with a 'stained' past. She's nothing special, just a bit messed up. When she's adopted my the Greys, it's one of the best thing that has happened to her in a long time. And when she meets their daughter, things looks up in...
