Just Me
Number 7

I was just laying out my beach towel when Chelsea walked up... with Evan.
Evan was my ex-boyfriend. We had dated for awhile and he was really an
amazing boyfriend, but I was with Brandon now. I was ENGAGED to Brandon.
I didn't care who Evan dated anymore.
"I hope you don't mind, but I brought Evan." Chelsea said to me.
"Oh, It's no big deal." I said aloud.
That was such a lie! It was such a big deal to me. I just couldn't figure out why.
We layed down our beach towels and began to suntan, but Evan ran off to
play volleyball or something with the guys. After a while I sat up.
"Chels! I have some amazing news for you." I said.
"And thar would be?" she asked.
"I'm engaged."
"Why?"
Chelsea had such a sour look on her face.
"Because I am in love and I want to spend the rest of my life with Brandon." I replied.
"Okay I guess. I just don't understand why you would want to be engaged at 17. You still have your whole life ahead of you!" Chelsea said.
"You sound so much like my mom."
"It's only because your mom and I... We care about you. We just don't think this is right."
"Whatever Chelsea. Your my friend! Your supposed to be supportive."
"Sorry. Can't do it."
With that I grabbed my stuff and walked to my car. I sat in the driver seat and cried until my eyes burned. Maybe they were right?
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