Water drips from my toes and land in the lake.
June summer sun warms my skin and a soft breeze tickles my hair as I watch him walk down the grassy path toward the dock.
My feet skim the water; anticipation knotting my insides.
A bond as strong as ours should never be broken. We need to fix this.
"Are you alright?" he asks, wringing his hands.
I hate that he thinks I hate him.
Shaking my head 'no', I look down to my toes.
"I said I was sorry." He sits next to me, his legs dangling over the edge of the dock, his feet in the water. "She kissed me, okay? I didn't kiss her back, I swear."
I nod, frowning and giving him a tight smile he knows is fake. I've known him my entire life, and seeing her lips on his made me irrational. "I didn't mean it."
"So you don't think I'm a big fat jerk?" He says the last three words leaning into me, his head on my shoulder.
I smile for real this time. "Maybe a bit."
"Why were you really mad?" He's looking at me—I mean really looking.
"Maybe I was jealous."