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Searching For Aspen

Searching For Aspen

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The waves sloshed onto shore, the grainy sand being swallowed by the clear blue water. Fishing boats knocked and rattled the paint peeling dock as the storm shook the earth. I, of course, wasn't affected by the weather, I found it relaxing and spiritual. My toes wiggled and dug into the cold sand as I walked on, the stormy wind nipped at my blonde hair having it curl against my face and neck. I enjoyed this weather. The ocean rose, the waves splashing further up on shore. The water caressed my feet but that didn't last long as the storm spit out massive waves destructing homes along the shoreline. My eyes widened as the water pulled me in, restraining my body in an embrace. This I did not enjoy. Panic settled into my core as I fought against the current, the water whipping at my naked legs and my sandals now lost along with shipwrecks. As I watch a wave pick up momentum I exhale deeply then inhale, close my eyes and dive. This is it.
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

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