Prologue
I took a deep breath of the ocean air feeling calmer then I felt for the past few months. I tried to ignore him as I folded my arms and gazed up at the Irish sunset. The sky was a gorgeous orange and yellow occasionally interrupted by a stroke of red clouds and the dark outline of seagulls. The water lapped on the wooden steps, scattered with dark rocks. I could hear the distant laughs and voices of my new friends and wondered why I decided to come here with him when it was obvious he was more interested in the water.
He threw a rock into the water and I sighed. Yeah, my life felt like it was on track, just a few months ago I was the weirdo of my school, spending my time straying in the shadows avoiding the eyes of every boy that walked past me. I felt like that was how I was going to spend my days, but then my best friend Vanessa gave me a makeover. Vanessa was probably the only one supportive in this, who stuck by me and gave me most of the instructions mostly concerning how to act in front of Erik, my target for the month.
I glanced up at him but he didn't say anything, just continued frowning at the waves, he grabbed a rock and threw it; it bounced on the water before sinking. He frowned again and threw another rock, the movement made the droplets on his dark hair roll down his face. He shook his head and picked up another rock.
"OK!" I said impatiently, "When you finish experimenting with gravity could you um...tell me why you want to talk to me?"
He dropped the stone and turned to look at me, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry."
I laughed. "Of course," I said and shook my head. "Of course you wanted to say that! Why now? It's been three full weeks!"
He sighed, "Can't you just accept the fact that I'm sorry?" He asked, "Or do you expect me to kneel down before you and beg?"
"I can't ignore what you said about me," I snapped. "It hurt! I know you probably don't believe it but it hurt me a lot! Do you know what I had to live through? Do you even care?"
"You did one stupid show," he snapped and glared at me, "So what? It's not some stupid drama thing where you almost died or something; it was your fault!"
"Yes of course," I muttered and smiled coldly, "Well...ok...I forgive you. Go."
He began to walk away and I stared into the water feeling upset, did I really forgive him? Did I really want to? He paused and turned to look at me, "I can't go. I don't want us to be like this," he said shaking his head, "Michelle...this isn't how it's meant to end."
"What did you expect?" I asked coldly, "for me to easily forgive you and then for us to skip along happily as if nothing happened? I can't do that."
"I was angry," he said softly and sighed, "I was angry and jealous...I couldn't see straight or even think straight."
"Jealous of what?" I asked quietly, "Why were you angry? That's something I don't understand!"
"You changed," he said, "you changed a lot and I believed you became a fool! Some air-headed fool..."
"Air-headed fool," I laughed bitterly and kicked a stone into the water, "Thanks...that's a new one."
"I don't mean it like that," he muttered and groaned, covering his face with his hands. It looked like he was fighting some inner battle, and I wondered who was going to win, him or whatever he was fighting because this wait was making me impatient! Why couldn't he just tell me? Ugh...
"Just spit it out!" I said impatiently.
He looked at me then moved forward and put his hands on my shoulders, he turned me to face him and then gazed straight into my eyes, "I was angry...that...I thought that I was going to lose you!" he said, "It took me a long while to realize but...Michelle...I'm in love with you."

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