I followed after him cautiously not knowing why he'd asked me to come with him or where exactly on the beach he was taking me.
After a few hundred metres we came to the base of the cliff where he sat down, patting the coarse sand next to him, signalling for me to do the same. I did as I was instructed and waited impatiently for him to break the silence that had washed over us.
"So…" wow what an intelligent way to start a conversation.
"So?"
"The sun looks really nice over the horizon from here."
"Yeah it is really beautiful." I replied, slightly confused as to why he was commenting on the sun.
"It's not the only thing." He said with a seductive look in his eye and he moved his hand closer to mine.
"Umm okay?" I replied and moved my hands into my lap
"So, do you wanna make out?"
"Wow, okay. I think I'm going to go now." And I began to stand up and brushing the sand off my shorts.
"I'm sorry don't go I just wanted to you know… see if you liked me. I mean you walked over here with me and you seemed to be day dreaming about me in French."
Ok I get it, this boy is stupid and arrogant.
"For starters I wasn't day dreaming about YOU at all, secondly it was a walk down the beach, it's not exactly a commitment is it, and it certainly doesn't mean I want to kiss you"
He just stood there dumb founded as I walked quickly down the beach. When he had gain some consciousness he ran after me, catching me half way between where we had been sitting and the bonfire.
"Claire I'm sorry, it's just I thought you liked me, I mean everyone does."
Seriously Lance, could you get more arrogant, I thought angrily to myself.
"Well I'm not everyone Lance and I don't like you." I said curtly and tried to continue down the beach.
Unluckily he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back so I was uncomfortably close to him. I'm sure Olivia would have died if she was in my position
"Well then who do you like?" He whispered, his breath tickling my face.
All of a sudden my mind wouldn't shut up and just kept shouting "QUIL" at me and I knew that was the cue to leave. I pulled my arm out of his grasp and glared intensely at him before I turned and virtually jogged the rest of the way back to the bonfire towards the wooden stairs.
"Hey Claire, where are you going?" asked Olivia as I went past.
"I'm feeling a bit sick, I'm going to go home. I'll cya tomorrow?" I yelled back over my shoulder, not waiting for a reply.
It was about a thirty minute walk back to my house, which unfortunately gave me a lot of time to think, all I wanted to do was go to sleep forever.
By the time I got home everyone was in the living room watching the TV and it was all too easy to sneak up the stairs into my room without having to explain why I was home so early. When I got into my room I threw my flip flops on the ground and grabbed my towel and headed for the shower. I turned up the hot tap as far as it would go and only nudged the cold one, letting the hot water ease my tensed muscles. After I was finished I carefully dried my self and threw on a pair of flannel pyjamas and dashed back into my room before my parents came to see me.
I collapsed onto my bed as soon as I saw it and wished for sleep to come, regrettably my brain wouldn't switch off and I sat for what felt like hours thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow. It was obvious that at school all my friends would ask why I left so early and I wasn't keen on telling them, they would think I was crazy and then Bridget being her perceptive self would figure it was because I liked Quil, Lance was probably going to ignore me, which I didn't really care about, he didn't talk to me much anyway so it wasn't a loss. That left what was going to happen after school though, Quil was meant to be taking me to Aunt Emily's for dinner with everyone and I knew it would be awkward the whole time unless I blurted it out and that could make it even more awkward. That's when a plan hit me, I would go to his garage that he shared with Embry and some how work up the guts to tell him how I felt.
Now all I have to do is work up the courage.