The beach sand filed through my fingers. Bailey gazed out on the cliffs. Tiny figures jumped off high boulders.
"Ugh, reservation boys!" Croaked Bailey, her dyed blonde hair swooping to the side of her shoulder. I nod my head but I don't really understand why. I mean she dated some guy from the reservation last year. But she's one to talk. "Have you found a guy yet? Or girl I don't care."
"No!"
"No guys?"
"No guys. No girls. I am happy by myself. You on the other hand. How's that guy you were talking to?" Bailey continues to rant about some guy named Adam. I just watch the water. I like the way it glistens, the way it ebbs and flows. But it's too cold. Way too cold for me.
"Oh my god! Nessie!" My head whips up.
"What? Bailey you scared me!"
"It's that guy again! He's always wherever you are! You told me his name once. What was it?"
"Jacob?"
"Yeah, he's always on his motorcycle. Ugh, he's so weird. You have a stalker, Nessie! We should call the police." His motorcycle buzzed by on the highway just a little above where we were sitting. His warm chocolate eyes are on me. I know they are on me.
"Bailey, I told you. He's my Uncle."
"Really! That's nasty."
"No, like my uncle. Not related but like you know, I call him uncle."
"It's still weird, Nessie. Oh my god, Nessie! We have to go shopping." I look back at the reservation boys plunging off towering cliffs into the freezing water below. "Did you forget?"
"Forget what?"
"High school! I think we should wear matching outfits on the first day. We have to wear the cutest outfits all year long." Bailey leans back onto her palms, tiny beads of sand pressed into her pale Asian skin. "Just think of us!" Bailey flings her well manicured hand through the air, sand particles soaring, some landing near my eyes. "This could be the year we get boyfriends!" How odd would that be? Renesmee Cullen and Bailey Crawley having boyfriends. Having boys who like them back. Boys to kiss them, to go on dates with them, to maybe even love them.
"Ew! Nessie, look. It's Julie and Sky Newton." This is exhausting. I flop back onto my backpack.
"I thought Julie and you were friends again," I exclaim, I take my glasses off letting everything become blurry fuzz. Bright splotches of blinding light filled my vision.
"Nope! Julie started dating Shawn Black. And we already dated so she's a man stealer."
"But you guys dated in fifth grade! You haven't even looked in each other's direction since then! And didn't Julie ask you if she could date Shawn?"
"Well, yes."
"And didn't you say that she could date him, that you were over him?"
"Yes, but-."
"Then why are you mad at her?"