I never thought that it would happen. That this would happen. The idea of Axel and I hanging out for a whole day has never crossed my mind. The thought of us spending the day on the water never appealed to me. If a week ago you said I would willingly let Axel take me to the beach, I would of laughed and been slightly angry.
No. This does not mean I like him. It does not mean I want him. I'm not one to forget everything he put me through. If he knew he had a mate the why did he still go around and try to find a replacement. That makes me feel cheap.
But as I lay here, looking up at the sky as the sun sets, my back upon my wet sand, comfortable, and Axel still in the water, Charlie crosses my mind.
Charlie. He's a werewolf. He's my boyfriend.
Axel says I am just an object to my boyfriend
