and wanted to be loved. He bought me an ice cream and we walked along the beach and talked about us

night before. Hunter made himself very vulnerable to me very quickly. He got emotional as he told me about his father's death. I was young, I didn't know what to say, I sat beside him on his bed and tried to soothe him. We end

trying to be nice to me, and I keep hitting him down like the summer-time grinch I

hair at the same time. They speak in hushed tones so I can't really hear what they're saying from my post, but I don't really want to. I've been curled up on my c

redhead, tan, freckled and flirty. Brandon seems to enjoy her. He glances at me and I look away as usual,

hy

"I was just

I do,

s his

en one who dented me the most. "Kaden

forearm against the arm of the chair.

en inside of me. "No," I mutter, "it's a different Kad

does h

internally. "He's a... He works f

in th

re you asking so many questions?

r letting the color show on my cheek

be nice to me? It's not part

into my palms. Why are you such a bitch, Emma? How about that. My mind wan

ck to the

ng and going to the beach. He would buy me bracelets and necklaces with little shells on them because he knew how much I liked them. We

when I spoke of it, he wasn't in it. He didn't like when I wore lipgloss because he couldn't kiss me. He didn't like when I would talk about being sad. He didn't like when I would wear a two-piece swimsuit.

of me, and by the end of the summer, he wanted to ha

to think that if I lost my virginity to anyone, Hunter seemed like the person I would let take it. We became so close. B

ng me out of his house and shutting the door in my face. Hunter had bruised my arms in various p

at I didn't want to go out to dinner with them, not expecting silence to eat me alive. Bonfires happen often, anyway. They aren't some drug-ri

re around it and are nearby in the sand. I sit in the very back and shove my hands in the pocket of my hoodie. There are a few families and couples,

to burn them or drop them in the flames over and over. He continues to g

s. I look away. I look far away to my left and see a few people messing around the volleyball net. One of them is Brandon. They aren't playing, they're just talking and drinking. I watch as a girl jumps on his back and brings

al, he's happy. He's sad, he'll probably act happy. I am just so curious, I need to see him in some other state. It doesn't have to be sad. It can be an

sing at myself, I pull my hood up and cover my face. With my bo

h, hi Brandon." I'm not sure why I'm smili

you're kinda spot." He sits down beside me, no l

on't know, wat

and I give him a confused look. "I mean, you're alway

I g

wards us, not getting very close, though. "Br

dy?" H

him. "You better go, I think she needs

Brandon asks, catching me off-guard. "Be

prepare to nip this in the bu

t belie

is it always me that these boys try to ruin? Haven't I been through enough? "Well,

girl calls ag

s over at her and

ter go,"

u tomorrow,

at is wher

oup of friends, though he's no longer as energetic. I

iling girl? Nothing. He's better off with her. I'm sure Brandon doesn't even like me, he's just trying to loosen me up so I'm n

d now I'm going to sit down and listen. No more hoping, no more believing that the next guy is going to be a good guy. He's not. That's just the way it is. Sorry, Emma, but Brandon will just hurt yo

No more love. But I'm a teenage girl? Yo

I rather die? No, I don't think so. Death scares me. People have it worse. Some people

myself today, but that's alright

buried along with their feet. He's leaned against the post, tossing something into the air than catching it while the girl rests her head on h

elf in the girls' place, what it would be like to be normal and to have my head resting on the lap of someone who won't hurt me. It's not Brandon spec

ling or threatening or cheating o