"Chasity." The sound of her name wafted into her dreams, causing her to stir. Something brushed up against her cheek. She absent-mindedly swatted at it.
"Chasity." This time the voice was clearer. Whoever was speaking had a low and gentle voice, she was sure. She racked her brain, trying to figure out who was calling her. It only took her a second to realize who it was. She recognized his voice anywhere. Sure enough, when she opened her eyes, Drew was staring down at her. He flashed a small smile as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty." He purred as he tightened his grip on her. Smiling, she laid her head back down on his chest, hoping to stay protected in his arms forever.
"Sorry for waking you," Drew said. "But your phone has been going off like crazy. It even woke me up."

Chasity sighed and reluctantly sat up, reaching for her phone. Sure enough, there were three missed calls and five texts. All from her mother. "Great." She mumbled, stuffing the phone back into her pocket.

This is just what she wanted. Her mother probably wanted to yell at her again. Why did she have to have such a bad temper?

Drew cleared his throat as he propped himself up against the wall. "What's up?" She shot him a look.
"My mom wants me to come home."
Drew stretched the stiffness out of his arms. "Oh, well. It is getting late, I suppose." The setting sun cast an orange hue over the sand.
"I don't care. I'm not ready to talk to them." Chasity grumbled. Drew dropped his arms.
"Seriously? You can't stay mad at your mom forever."
"Sure I can. And I will!"
Drew rolled his eyes. "For god's sake Chasity, give it a rest! Yes, your parents kept something from you. Yes, it hurt. But don't you see it was for your own good?" She glared at him, not saying anything. He crossed his arms. "I honestly don't see why you have to be so dramatic." Her eyes widened.
"You don't? You really don't understand why I'd be upset that my father wasn't who I thought he was? I thought you would understand most of all!"
"Why would I understand? Oh, because my father was a bum who was never there." Drew clenched his fists in the sand. "HE'S DEAD, CHASITY! I told you not to bring him into this!" His knuckles turned white. "You can be such a brat sometimes, you know that?"

She turned to face him, mouth agape. "Just a minute ago, we were both asleep in each other's arms, spilling our hearts to each other, and now you're calling me a brat? What the hell?!"

Drew closed his eyes for a brief second, trying to keep his voice steady but failing. "Well, you deserve it! I mean honestly, you're making too big of a deal out of this. You need to grow up and accept what has happened to you!" Raising her hand, she was about to protest when Drew spoke up again.

"Ok, you found out this morning that Gale didn't give you any of your genetics. So? You have NO idea how lucky you are!" He ran his hand through his hair and locked on her gaze, his sea-green eyes blazing.
"You have had a man in your life since before you were born. Not only that, but he's also raised you with a love and compassion that people would be envious of. Hell, I'M envious of you. I never had a dad growing up, but I don't go around moping all the time." He shook his head.

"You think you understand how it feels to be abandoned, but you don't. You don't know what it's like to not have a father. I get asked all the time if I'm Finnick Odair's son and it hurts every time I say yes. You know why? Because when I do, the person who asked me always says something that they remember about my father…the father I was never able to know." Drew turned and looked out at the waves, his eyes glistening.
"And it hurts like hell every time you bring him up just to point out the fact that he was never there. I know my father would have given anything to be in my life and it makes me so angry when you try and degrade his image."

They both sat there a while, neither talking or even looking at each other. Chasity had always known that Drew had some issues growing up, but she had always assumed they were about his mother, Annie. She had never realized how hurt he actually was about Finnick's death. And now, because of her damn mouth, she had to go and make it all worse again.

Without warning, Drew cleared his throat and stood up, wiping the sand from his shorts. "Just go be with your family and quit acting like a child."
And with that, Drew was gone. Taking with him, her sense of security.

How was she going to fix this one?

As Chasity came home that night, she found herself wanting to cry at the littlest of things. She couldn't handle having Drew upset with her. He had never yelled at her before, much less stormed off without fixing things.
It felt wrong, unnatural to fight with Drew.
She hated it.