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about you, Olivia, but you make me feel…”
    “Feel what?”
    “Just feel.” I look at him, confused. I notice he sees my reaction, and I hope he elaborates.
    “In order for me to explain I need to tell you a little bit about my past. I know we just met, but I feel a connection. There is something that pulls me to you that I can’t explain. I hope you don’t think I’m a fucking creep.”
    “I’m hoping you’re not.”I’m not sure what I’m about to hear, or what I just agreed to, but I also feel a connection to him. I know that right now I have to put my heart on the line, and in this moment it’s up to me to choose whether I want this or not. And I want this.
    He takes a few steps away from the ocean, placing his arms on his head, and letting out a breath as he sits down in the sand. I automatically go sit beside him. He removes his sunglasses and brings his knees up to let his arms rest on them. I sit there in the silence giving him the time he needs. Time to collect his thoughts, words, memories that he feels he must share. I don’t push; I have my own bad history. I just don’t know if I am ready to share that part of me yet.
    “I was young and reckless,” he starts, breaking the silence, and I turn my body slightly to face him. “We were just having some fun, and like always, I wanted more.” He turns to look at me and I see haunted eyes looking back at me. “We were in an accident that involved drugs and alcohol. That accident took the life of my best friend.” He leans back into the sand resting on his palms, staring out into the ocean. “I couldn’t save him, but he saved me from all that fucked up bullshit in the end.”
    I’m speechless. Part of me wants to ask more questions but I’m not going to press for more information. In all honesty, I see now why it is difficult for him to be around alcohol, but he works at a freaking club. Dios ayudame , don’t let me ask this stupid question.
    “I’m sorry you lost your best friend,” I manage to say.
    “I’m sorry, too. He was great, a better man than me.”
    “So how is it that you can work at a club that serves alcohol or DJ at parties?” The words are out before I can stop them, and I see him sit up resting his arms on his knees. I feel humiliated.
    “I’m there because of my work.”
    “DJing?” I ask, knowing the answer but I don’t know what else to say.
    “You mean spinning, they call it spinning.”
    “Oh, spinning,” I correct myself.
    “Spinning helps me get lost in the beat. It helps me get into the lyrics, to help me forget about my guilt and pain. That was until I met you. You have taken over in some part.” Tears begin to fill my eyes, and I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of sadness for his loss. I didn’t mean to feel this way, I know he doesn’t want my pity, but it isn’t pity. I wish I can take away all his hurt, so I do the only thing I can think of to show him I care.
    I kiss him.

T oday is the day. Our official first date. After we left Myrtle Beach he asked me for a do-over date. We have been busy all week so today we finally have the chance. He didn’t mention where we are going; he just said to wear something comfortable and warm since the fall weather has been picking up. I opt for a blue and white striped three quarter shirt with some ankle jeans and blue Toms. I pile up my hair in a high pony tail. I complete my ensemble with pearl earrings. I have light make-up on. I didn’t want to over-do it with my appearance, because I don’t want him to think that I am trying too hard to impress him. I decide to just go with it. Like I said, I am not in love with him. I just want to explore these feeling he has awakened in me. I don’t want to be like my mother and all the other trailer trash girls that have sex with guys just for the hell of it.
    I hear my phone chirp on the bed as I am putting on my shoes.
     
    Nix: Hey Olivia I’m 3 min away.
     
    Me: Ok. I’m almost done.
     
    Nix: