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*3 Weeks Later*
"So Leah," I knew that tone of voice Kenzlie used, she was going to tell me something
interesting," Do you have you're eyes on any guy?" 
"What!?" I asked shocked, I didn't know if I should tell her about Tristen.
"You know, do you like anyone at our school?" Kenzlie said to me looking around if anyone heard us. It was after school, we were standing by my locker, waiting for me to put in and get out books.
"Erm, I don't know... There's this guy--" I was about to tell her about Tristen but she interrupted me.
"Is it Sean?!?!?" She asked with excitment, her blue eyes waiting to here the answer.
"Uh, not exactly him. I mean, he's a sweet, funny guy, but I only see him as a friend. He's my best guy friend."
"Oh..." She replied back, but I knew she was disappointed.
Why would she even be dissapointed??
"Why do you sound disappointed??" I couldn't help but to ask.
"I'm not!" She protested.
"You sound like it! You looked shocked when I told you I only liked him as a friend!" 
She stared at me, looking for the words to tell me. 
"I j-just can't tell you." she said in a firm tone.
"Kenzlie! Tell me! You're my best friend, you're suppose to tell me everything!" 
"I can't tell you this Leah!!" she yelled back and ran out.
Wow, what great best friend I had. She couldn't even trust me.
I threw my bag into my car then sped home. My face was hot with anger, and I didn't know who to turn to. I would usually go to Kenzlie, but she was the reason why I was angry.
There was only one place I could go.


I let my feet sink into the soft, warm sand. I watched the waves come and go and thought about stuff. I easily forgot about Kenzlie, but there was only one other person on my mind.
I scanned the beach, looking for anyone. This place was desserted.
I was about to duck my head but a figure caught my eye.
Was that Tristen?
I got up leaving my stuff behind, going to see what was up with him.
I ran to the other side of the beach to Tristen "What's up with you?"
Tristen didn't move at all. 
"What do you want?" Tristen sounded harsh.
I ran my hair through my straight, black hair then sat down next to Tristen.
"Get away, you're going to give me aids,"He scooted away from me, but I still saw him smile.
"I do not have aids!"I punched his arm,"Tristen, what's wrong, nobody ever comes to the beach alone!"
Tristen sighed, something was obviously happening, but he didn't tell me.
"If I tell you why I'm here will you tell me why you're here?" I suggested, trying to look him in the eyes, but he just stared off into the beach.
"Sure."
"Well, I came here because I was mad. My bestfriend didn't trust me, she didn't want to tell me a secret she was hiding from me," I explained to him.
"That's why you're here?"
"Pretty much, now the question is why are you here?"