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Title: Beyond the Wake
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary
Words: 93,000 (yes, cutting is needed)
Status: Waiting to be revised
Yes, it needs some more work, but here you go…
Alexis was floating out in the water. Her long legs stretched out, her nose in a book.
All day she ignored me. I had to talk to her. I had to explain. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
She didn’t look up. “I’m busy.” Her tone said, go away.
“Please, Al, we need to talk.”
She sighed and slammed the book shut, then paddled over to me. I sat down on the dock and stuck my feet in the cool water.
“What do you want?”
I cringed at the harshness in her voice. There were so many things I wanted to say, but my brain wouldn’t work, almost as if I were still drunk. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” She scowled. “Do you even remember anything from last night?” Her eyes flared with anger.
“Yes. Everything.” How could I forget? The anger. The disappointment on her face. The tears.
“So what are you sorry for? Are you sorry because you ditched me and left me alone to fend for myself with people who were rude and drunk? Or are you sorry I found out you’re a pothead?”
I opened my mouth to defend myself. It was the first time.
She waved her book in the air. “Or are you sorry that you took what was supposed to be special. My first kiss with you… with anyone. And you turned it into something trashy?” She took a deep raspy breath. “I don’t like this side of you. I don’t like you when you’re drunk and I can’t date a pothead.” The tears welled up in her eyes. “I can’t see you anymore.” She blinked hard and paddled in to shore.
The door to the cabin slammed. Dammit. What the hell was wrong with me?
Her words repeated in my head. I took something from her. Her first kiss. I couldn’t even remember mine, who or when it was. But I wasn’t a girl.
Girls were sappy. Girls liked romance. Girls remembered their first kiss and wanted it to be special. She hadn’t wanted me to kiss her then. When I was drunk and high. I didn’t even ask. And she was the type of girl you needed to ask.
I was such a screw-up.