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𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦(𝗦);
❝𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝❞

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I glared enviously as he spun her around freely by her hand. They were having so much fun together it made my stomach churn.

Rafe was drunk off his ass, keeping said ass planted firmly in the sand while his alcohol-induced funny-sounding hiccups interrupted his ridiculous drunken conspiracy theories that no one was paying any attention to. Kelce was napping on his towel in the sand, laying unbeknownst to the graphic pictures Rafe had drawn on his forehead with sunscreen earlier, and the two lovebirds were dancing to some cheesy new pop song I had never heard before, which left me and my beer to third and fourth wheel.

I sighed loudly, snatching the long-necked bottle off of our cooler, and taking a large gulp of the cold liquid, swallowing thickly before quietly announcing my leaving to the uncaring group, secretly hoping they wouldn't hear.

Without waiting to get any replies I continued my hasty walk down the shoreline.

No matter how far I distanced myself from the group, I couldn't leave behind the thought of them together. Sarah constantly made him smile, and he invariably made sure she had whatever she wanted. In all fairness, I've only known Topper for a couple of years but immediately had grown a big crush on him. He's far from perfect, he's an ass to most people, and he has no excuse for most of the things he's done, but I've always found him impossibly alluring nonetheless.

Soon enough I found myself upon an empty lot of beach, so I sat in the sand and let the cool water nip at my toes. I had some time to myself but it wasn't long after that a much-unwanted presence towered over me.

I glanced to my right to come face to face with an enraged Topper. He looked less threatening bent over with his hands on his knees chasing desperately after his breath. I rolled my eyes and turned from him dismissively back to the water, draining the rest of my beer.

He finally stood, regaining his full height, and did he look pissed, the tone of his voice matching his expression, "So you're not even gonna say anything?"

I didn't have the energy for his bipolar shit right now and just sighed in hopes he would take the hint. Unfortunately, he didn't, and to my dismay, he plopped into the sand next to me. My tongue glided across my inner cheek until it folded over my teeth, making a smacking sound then I tucked it back into my mouth, silently deciding not to say anything and just walk back to the group.

I never got the chance. I didn't make it more than ten steps before Mr. King of Mood Swings flew up out of the sand, "What the hell is wrong with you!"

I whipped around, "What the hell is wrong with me?", I seethed, stalking closer to him until I was good and in his face, "What the hell is wrong with me?"

"That's what I said y/l/n."

Choosing to bite my tongue again, I sucked on my teeth, (rather loudly, in an attempt to show my distaste), and spun on my heel.

Topper clasped my wrist in his large hand, clearly annoyed, "You're not just going to storm off again without telling me why you did it in the first place."

I had choked down my words the entire time, and I just couldn't do it anymore, "I just needed some air! It's not like you care anyway so I just left!"

"If it didn't matter y/n, I wouldn't be here! I was just dancing with Sarah one minute and the next I come to talk to you and Kelce tells me that you walked off and I was worried!"

"That's just it!" He stared at me confused, like a deer in the headlights. I scoffed and shook my head, too annoyed to even look him in the eye. "You have no clue! You and Sarah were all over each other!"

He didn't hesitate to argue back, "We were dancing! Why does it matter to you anyway?"

I, in a similar fashion, did not hesitate. But with my lack of hesitation, came a lack of thinking my next words through, "How can such pretty eyes be so fucking blind. I have a problem with it Topper because I want so badly to be in her place!"

He gaped at me with a blank expression, so dumbfounded he couldn't bother to yell at me anymore. His mouth kept opening and closing as if he was going to say something but couldn't find the words.

Shaking my head ashamed and embarrassed, I went to continue back to our friends. But again, his hand around my wrist caught and spun me around. The tears swelling in my eyes threatened menacingly to fall as my lip quivered. One hand stayed around my wrist, in fear I would run, but the other cupped my cheek and brushed the single tear that had escaped. His hands were both unbelievably soft.

But to my surprise, his lips were even softer.

"I want it to be you."

"What?"

"It should be you." He was grinning widely now, a stupid, dorkish grin that instantly bloomed a smile of my own. "Hell, I sometimes pretend it is you."

I laughed gently and rested my forehead against his collar bone.

He let go of my arm and grasped my face with both hands, and pulled me in again.

And finally, it was me. I was the girl who could hold his hand, anytime I wanted to, I could hug him in public without being picked on, and I could kiss him instead of just dreaming about doing so, but best of all, I could finally call him mine.