"I like the way you say my name" his perfect lips shaped themselves into a smirk and I rolled my eyes in response. I hadn't known him long but I caught on to his flirtatious ways probably quicker than he would have wished. The wind violently rattled the windows, and the waves fiercely crashed against the shore as the thunder roared causing me to squirm in fear.
I hate thunderstorms but I wouldn't dare admit it at the moment, no, not to him. He was 100 percent bad A and would probably laugh at my distraught nature over a storm.
Not knowing what to do with myself anymore as he uncomfortably starred at my face. I began to put my hair up in a pony tail. I didn't realize how knotty the wind had made it on our walk back to the beach house until my fingers where wrestling with each strand as they were tangled in one another.
"I like your curly hair too" he said smirking again, as he examined my struggle to put my hair up in a simple pony tail he let out a small chuckle.
"Would you shut up?" I said in a bratty tone as I finished putting my hair up, instantly regretting it knowing it probably looked better down anyway.
He laughed out loud at my remark and ran his fingers over his brown, messy hair.
I let a smile escape my lips at the sight of him leaning back on the couch, looking towards the ceiling still giggling. I knew he loved my reactions to his comments which were quite frankly a feeble attempt to flatter me.
He's just too cool I remember thinking.
I snapped out of my flashback in time to find the student teacher tilting his head, squinting his face waiting for my response to his question.
"Nathallie" I quickly said slightly biting my lip, and managed to throw him a non chalant smile as if I hadn't noticed all the resemblance him and his brother shared.
All my muscles had tighten at the sound of his last name, which had given me a chance to recognize the shape of his eyes. Only one other person had those same shape of eyes and it was to no surprise his own flesh and blood.
Did he know who I was? I was being paranoid now.
Who cares? They're just brothers!
I didn't want him to know. I didn't want him to put the puzzles together and figure it out like I just had. I mentally slapped myself for not doing that earlier as I turned my head, as if I could stop him for knowing, as if turning around could erase my image from his brain after a 10 min conversation.
Every time my little beach friend came around I always kind of hid and became terribly uneasy.
I never wanted to face all that had went on a year ago at the beach.
Now I had to face the resemblance and mannerisms him and his older brother shared at my own school. This is my territory, this isn't fair, I'm trying to forget..
In essence, this might be good for me but right now it just feels as if fate is being awfully cruel.
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