Chapter One
764 Words
My knee hurts. Why did I have to be so stupid to fall? Not only was it embarrassing, now my favourite pants are ruined. I try to let the frustration go. It's just a pair of pants after all. I put my attention back on the girls walking by my side. Although I haven't known them for more than 2 days, I love being around them, seeing their different personalities and getting to know them.
Finally, after an hour-long walk, we reached the beach.
The gray waves are bigger than normally, crashing on the sand with a constant, calming sound.
The sun went hiding behind the clouds. I sit down in the circle of students already gathered near the volleyball field. My knee still hurts. I take out my lunch and begin eating.
"Who's coming swimming with us?"
I turn my head, to see who is shouting such nonsense.
Of course it's that one dude. He's been acting like a child the whole day, or rather the whole time.
As I turn away, I catch a glimpse of red hair. The next moment my eyes lock into dark blue eyes. He's handsome and cute at the same time. His red ginger hair curls over his forehead, his eyes, deep blue pools I could drown in. His body is slim but I can see he has muscles. Only wearing swimming pants, I can see his flat stomach and long, strong legs.
Before I realise I'm checking him out, he starts talking.
"You're coming swimming too right?"
"Are you f*****g crazy? No way."
His eyes light up sparkling, as if he didn't think I'd talk back like that. Well he's got something else coming if he thought I'd just agree easily.
And why was I even checking him out? It's not like I'm single. Not that I'm happy in my relationship, but still.
When I look back up, the boy is walking towards the sea with a few other people
Wanting to see the sea from a bit closer I began walking towards it with a few girls.
I listen as the water moves in the most unpredictable rhythm. My eyes wander to the three heads, just above the water surface. They must have lost their minds, to go swimming in the ice cold water in September.
I shake the thought from my head and turn my attention to the conversation the girls are having.
A few hours later we began walking back. Just as we start walking, the ginger haired boy joins us. I end up walking next to him and we begin talking. It's honestly one of the most fun conversations I've had in a long time. His name is Kann. Every sentence he throws at me, I have an answer for. Many times he ends up being the one not able to think about something to say back. When he says something back, it mostly makes me laugh. The whole way I walk next to him with a smile on my face.
It's evening. After watching a movie, the bar is open and the music invites us to dance. I find myself standing next to Kann. An older girl went to get him a beer. While we're talking my attention gets drawn to his lips. How would it feel? To be kissed with those lips? I lean a bit closer. Somehow wanting to try it, just to know.
"Here you go" the girl hands him his beer and I quickly step back.
What on earth is wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking about kissing him. Knowing well enough why I'm thinking like this, I blame it on the wine in my hand. Needing a little distance from Kann and the thoughts he ignites in my head, I head to the dance floor.
I find my friends and start to move with the music. When I finally decide to get another wine, I look around the room. But Kann is nowhere to be found.
Not trying to think about why I'm even looking for him, I gulp my wine down and go back to dancing.
It's late. My head is spinning a little and I know that last glass was too much. Damn it, I never ent over my limit before.
I help my very drunk friend into bed, and get her a few painkillers.
These past few days I talked to different people about my relationship, and realised that it'll be much better for me if I just end it.
The sooner the better.
With this thought I drift off to sleep.
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