1| Where It All Started
2 Years Ago
"Max stop!” I shriek as he hoists me into the air like I weigh nothing. I giggle as he starts to spin me around on the beach.
“Nah, I’m not finished with you yet.” I could hear the smile in his voice as he continued to spin me around. People around me were staring at us or giving us looks of adoration. It made me feel a bit embarrassed that we were showing some PDA.
If my back wasn’t facing Max’s chest, I would have sent him a nasty glare.
Eventually, Max put me down on the sandy beach. And me being the childish 16-year old that I am, bent over and picked up a handful of sand and threw it at Max. What I didn’t seem to consider was that sand isn’t snow. The sand didn’t stick together so majority of the bits ended up missing Max.
“Well, that didn’t—”
“Shut up.” I cut Max off.
“Sure thing sunshine.” Max teases, using the pet name I hated. Since I met him a couple of months ago, all Max would do was tease me with the nickname I hate: sunshine. To say it irritated me was an understatement.
We were both on holiday and we were staying at the same hotel. We met after I spilled my ice cream all over Max’s white top at the hotel pool. I had expected him to shout at me but instead, he laughed and said I should probably get a new ice cream.
After apologizing and offering to buy him an ice cream too, we started talking. And from there we hit it off.
I’ve spent the majority of my holiday with Max. We’ve spent most of the time at the beach or at the water park. We even started dating, which amazes me. Max was super hot, like crazy hot whilst I’m ordinary.
I know I shouldn’t care but a part of me feels insecure. I feel like he’ll dump me for another girl, one who is prettier and better than me. I guess I’m as afraid as every other girl.
“Do you wanna head back?” Max asks as he runs a hand through his silky brown hair. It looks puffy and soft. I just love running my hand through his hair.
“Sure.” I agree, smiling as he stretches his large hand out to me. My smaller hand fits his perfectly, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
We start walking along, me smiling at the passers-by. I could see the hotel as we neared it, the glamorous really stood out. It has a long driveway that was surrounded by palm trees, with a fountain at the end where the grand doors were.
In the lobby, they have a bar, a waiting area, the lifts and of course, the reception desk. The hotel has many floors, each having a balcony that overlooked the stunning beach. My room was one below from Max’s, so we could communicate whenever.
“Hi, Jeff.” I give a big smile at the doorman, who I have taken a liking to. He reminds me of my late Grandfather, who was always kind to others, no matter how bad he was feeling.
“Miss O’Connor. Did you have a nice stroll?” Jeff asks, a knowing smile on in his face that had me blushing like a tomato.
“Oh, you can bet we did,” Max smirks, the jerk enjoying my embarrassment. I give Max a playful glare as I stick my tongue out at Jeff. Max rolls his eyes at my childish behavior. “Wow, aren’t you mature.”
I grin back at him. “Oh, you can bet I am.”
Max tries not to smirk at me copying his words but fails.
Max leads me through the lobby and up to my room. It is a thing we did after a day out. We’d choose a movie to watch and cuddle up on the bed.
“So what are we watching today?” Max casually asks as he falls onto my bed.
I ponder on what to watch. “Hmm, I dunno. Let me look on Netflix.”
Max hands me my remote that was on the table beside my bed and lets me flick through some movies. I am fancying a romance, partly to get back at Max for what he did earlier. Spinning me in the air like a rag doll is not how you treat a lady.
Eventually, I find one of my favorite films. As soon as Max sees what I chose, he groans.
“There is no way you are making me watch that.”
“Of course I’m going to make you watch that. Its an important, iconic film. You have to watch it.” I tell him, pressing play.
Immediately, the film went to the beautiful house by the lake. I have always loved how magnificent it looked; on a number of occasions, I have thought about Googling where the house was—just so I could visit it.
After 10 minutes, Ryan Gosling’s younger face came onto the screen. If you were guessing that we were watching The Notebook, then you got the right answer.
Every time I watch this amazing film, I cry. Unfortunately, I’m a sucker for romances like this. I’m like every other teenage girl who wished they had a man like Noah. A man who was devoted to me, who put me first, who loved me was my dream.
2 hours later
I sniffle as I wipe my face with my arm sleeve. Once again, I had a break down at how romantic it was. I glance at Max to see his light brown eyes trained on the screen. He is staring at it with such intensity, he just had to be deep in thought.
I decide not to be nosy and ask him, instead I just let him continue. Perhaps he felt a bit upset and his man pride wouldn’t allow him to cry. Once my tears have settled down, I bring Max back to reality.
“So...” I start. “Want to watch something else?”
Max doesn't reply at first so me being the nice person I am, I push him off of the bed. That should wake him up.
“Hey!” Max protests, getting up. “Was that necessary?”
I nod my head, a small smile on my face as he adorably pouts. Yes, pouts. A grown sixteen-year-old who looked like an Adonis model pouted like a five—year—old. It is comical.
“What do you want to do now Max?”
Max runs a hand through his hair as stands up. “I don’t know sunshine. I think I might have an early night, you know, start some packing now?”
Now it was my turn to pout, upset that he is ditching me. “But—”
“Ava, I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. We can spend the whole day together. Its just otherwise I won’t have time tomorrow to pack.”
Max is being logical. We are leaving in two days, going to different states. We should probably pack for it now so that I could spend the whole of tomorrow with him.
And plus, we are going to be staying in contact, chatting online. And we discussed meeting up on weekends and weeks off when we have a holiday. So we would still see and hear from each other.
“Okay.” I sigh in defeat, sagging my shoulders.
“See you tomorrow beautiful,” Max says and kisses my forehead. I close my eyes, savoring the moment. The contact ignited electricity, that had my stomach turning upside down.
It was magical.
Max walked out of the door with a final wave. I lied down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I guess packing some items now would be a good idea.
The next day, I wake to the sun shining brightly on my face. I felt refreshed showering last night.
Yawning, I step out of my bed and walk over to my balcony. The sky is completely blue and the sun is shining brightly. Some dog walkers are walking along the beach and some surfers are tackling the waves.
To wake up here every day, with such a beautiful sight would be a dream.
I hear a girl’s giggle somewhere close by. I frown, confused as I can't see anyone above me. Just when I thought I imagined it, I hear it again but louder. It is coming from down below.
Looking over the railing’s to where Max’s balcony was, I see something that would stay embedded in my brain forever. A drop dead gorgeous girl with blonde hair and blue eyes stands on his balcony, wearing one of Max’s favorite tops. Max is opposite her, his chest bare as he smiles at the girl. His hair is ruffled and he looks happy. It doesn't take a genius to work out what they had done.
My heart breaks as I realize he cheated on me, with a girl who is so stunning. That’s why he wanted to leave early yesterday, not to pack but to hook up with a girl.
I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to stifle a sob as I run back into my room.
How could he do that to me?!
I quickly run around my room packing everything, not bothering to tidy my clothes. I can feel some tears fall down my cheeks. I don’t want to cry. I want to be strong but the first guy I ever loved just cheated on me, dumped me for somebody better. My insecurities were right.
Max didn’t want to be with me. He probably just wanted to use me. He probably wanted to see if I was an easy lay.
I bite my lip to stop myself from sobbing, nearly drawing blood.
No. You are not going to cry.
Once I finish packing, I take the last piece of paper on the desk and the pen and write a letter.
A letter to him.
Placing the letter outside of his door, I walk to my parents to tell them I want to go home a day early. I just can’t tell them why because they like Max’s parents and I don’t want to ruin their friendship just because Max was a dick.
After talking to them, they agree that its okay for me to leave. I wave them a goodbye as I board the plane. I am so thankful to go home where I can do the traditional girl thing and cry whilst binge-watching Netflix shows.
I vow to myself that I am never going to make the same mistake again and trust a guy. Especially one like Max.
I hate him.
I despise him for now ruining my outlook on life. I swear, if I ever see him again I am going to make him pay for breaking my heart.
Now, because of him, my heart would never be the same.
Little did I know my heart is going to turn cold. Little did I know it is going to build wall after wall to protect itself.
I am never going to fall for a man again. That is a promise.