Okay, so maybe I was being a little dramatic the more I thought about it. I hadn’t paid as much attention to David these days as I used to. It killed me every time he tried to make conversation with me, because I’d brushed him off with being busy or had given him some kind of curt response. It’d been about a week since I’d caught him with Brit. Then again, I hadn’t talked to her, either. I’d simply hung out at the beach just minutes of a walk away, and I’d read as much as I could from my list of summer reads. Mom was at least going to join me in a bit after having spent enough time with Pascual Rodriguez, as if the honeymoon phase between them had yet to melt away for having dated for a while.
That Sunday afternoon, I sat on my beach towel above the sand, realizing how much I’d missed the
