| "What was that all about?" Amy asked, emerging from behind a tree. "How long have you been there?" I inquired, half hoping she had seen what had happen. "Long enough." She said. "Oh. So you know what happened then, don't you?" I replied, kicking the dirt with my shoe. "Well... not really. Let's see, Brett just proclaimed his ever-lasting love for you, you're crushing hard on Mark, who you thought liked you but is now "back" with Nisa, and I guess you've got the rest to tell me." She spoke, "You know I'm hear if you need to talk, need counseling, guidance, etc..." She rambled on basically hitting on the same goal she had to get words out of me. She is after all, a , um, "gossip monster". "Well, I, I, don't know what to do..." I cried as I broke down, "I really don't know why I'm complaining to. I mean, one moment I'm upset because I feel like no one likes me and now Brett says he basically wants to be with me forever, but I'm not sure if I want that. He is such a great friend and I don't want to ruin that relationship. He's always been there for me as a friend, a brother, not as a boyfriend or anything. It's hard for me to view him like that. I dunno I guess he's not my idea of boyfriend material or something. Mark, well Mark, was really great when we were together and he was kind and everything but now I don't know what's wrong with him. Does he not like me anymore or something? Maybe what Nisa said was true..." I weeped, well I probally was whining but I really was not in the mood to talk normally. I kinda just wanted to crawl into a corner and die. "Melia, chill out, k?" Amy pleaded, "people are looking at you funny." She smiled, "Come over here so we can talk better. Somewhere, um, less crowded." She pulled me up off my feet and started to lead me to a blanket set under a tree not to far way. "You guys, where are you going?" Esther asked coming over. "Oh my God, are you ok?" she questioned noticing my tear-stained cheeks. "Fine, I guess." Amy started, "What would you be like if a girl is stealing a guy you love, and your best friend just said he practically wants to marry you tomorrow?" Amy hissed raising her voice with every word. "Oh, oh, you ok, Mei?" Esther asked sympathetically. "Yeah, OK, I guess." I wiped my face with the back of my hand."I hope so. Well I just came to tell you guys that the director is wants us there now," she sighed, "Since someone tried to "play" with the cameras. Someone named Bryan." She laughed. I smiled and Amy blushed. "I'm sure he didn't mean it..." Amy started. "Don't worry, it doesn't matter." Esther said to Amy. Amy nodded in reply. "So Mei, you're feeling better then, right?" Amy asked, "If not we'll have to tickle you til we see that smile again." She teased. I could tell she was trying to move attention from the whole Bryan matter. Just thinking of that made me smile. --------------------------------------------------------- "Hurry, hurry." Clara said pushing us towards our positions, 'You all are late and that director is having a cow!" she laughed. We took our spots around the fire, although, I didn't understand why they'd light a fire and torches in broad daylight. Amy explained that they'd be adding a fake night sky. I thought that was kinda odd. Oh well, I couldn't wait to see the final product of the music video. I knew it would be wonderful, put I prayed my red eyes wouldn't be too noticeable. "Ok! That's a wrap!" the director hollered and then returned to scolding the crew personnel who had not followed his directions. I quickly collected my stuff and started walking towards the area where the boats were parked. I saw Brett and decided I should probally talk to him. We had to get things straightened out. "Brett!" I yelled, "Can I talk with you?" I asked. "Sure. What about?" he asked, walking over to me. "You know what you said earlier, what you did," I started, "Well..." "Oh! Oh! You feel the same then! I knew you would!" he squealed taking me into his arms and kissing me full on the lips. Pulled away quickly and looked at him funny. "No. No, I don't." I started, "You see, I love you, but as a friend." I said exaggerating 'friend'. "I, I understand." He said half-hearted. I could see his face drop. "Brett you know I will always be there. Don't feel bad." I smiled pulling him in for a friendly hug. "Well I gotta go, Melia." He suddenly said. 'Oh. Ok then. Well, see you later then, right?" I asked. He nodded. "Ok Brett, bye then." I waved him off. I turned away only to see a pair of feet in front of me. Chapter 12 I gasped when I saw who it was... Mark. "Hi." I meekly said. "Hey. So how are things between you and Brett going?" he asked. "You know?" I looked at him. He sighed, "Yea. Nisa told me." "Oh really?" I questioned, he nodded, "Well why don't you tell Nisa that it just ain't gonna happen for the two of us!" I snapped and walked to the boat, quickly taking my seat. "Look, I'm sitting here whether you like it or not." He said sitting down on the seat across from me. It was a two-passenger boat so I really didn't have anywhere else to go. "We need to talk." He continued. "Whatever." I mumbled. "Well, ok, then. Let's see, I'm very sorry about the whole Brett thing..." he apoligized. "It doesn't matter he's only a friend." I interrupted. "Oh, but Nisa said..." he started. 'Damn it F@#$ what Nisa said.' I thought. "You know what Mark, I really don't care!" I said leaping out of the boat. I was determined to swim for shore and I prayed the coolness of the ocean would calm me down in someway or another. "Mei! Mei come back!" I heard him shout. I ignored it and shrugged him off. I didn't need to hear the word "Nisa" ever again. I continued swimming until I felt the waves begin to break against my back. I struggled to keep my head out of the water as I trudged on towards shore. Reaching the shore, I stopped to catch my breath. I took a few deep breaths and turned back out to sea. I could see the boat inching closer with every second. I quickly took one more breath then sprinted down the beach, close to the shore so my footprints would be lost in the sand. 'He can't find me' I told myself. 'I know this beach better than anybody I know.' I stumbled a bit in the sand. My foot was still sore from when I hurt it the other day... when I was with Mark. I cringed. 'Couldn't I forget about him for just a few minutes?' I attempted to forget about my foot as i limped the rest of the way to wherever my head, or heart decided for me to go to. I reached a cliff and looked over the edge. It was high. I took a few steps back and sat down. I could hear the waves angrily crashing against the sharp and jagged rock. I knew that poisonous Vanna, or sea urchins, lived in the crevices in the rocks below so I decided climbing down to the caves down there to relax wasn't such a great idea. I sighed and said to myself, "Melia, well you've done it again. Blew off yet another guy. Geez, that must be some new record for you, two in a day! Ha! You're just on a role today, aren't cha now?" I picked up a rock and flung it off the cliff. Just how far down was it? I never would know as the small splash caused by the rock was quickly covered by the sounds of the ocean. "Why didn't you let Mark talk to you?" I hissed. "Gosh, not only must he think your rude but now he probally thinks you're insane! Dammit! Why didn't you just tell him how you feel!" I said standing up to look over the cliff again. It was still as "choppy" as before. I was quite close to the edge and I knew I should probally back away, but I didn't."So, how do you feel?" a voice asked. I was so startled I jumped a bit. I lost my balance and started tumbling off the cliff. I could feel the water getting nearer and nearer and yet I had no control over it. I looked up once again to see Mark in severe shock. 'Will I die?' I thought. Negative thoughts gained control of me and I screamed as I hit the water, hard. I opened my eyes and the salt water burned. I tried to move my limbs but they felt dead and still. I struggled to reach the surface, frantically using my arms. I took a large breath as my head popped from below the surface. I realized what had happened and screamed "HELP!". I hoped someone would help me because the rock was getting closer. My weakness was not helping, but I knew I couldn't get up. To get thrown again the rock might kill me. I had to fight the ocean using whatever strength was left in me. I was becoming more tired with each second, and each breath was becoming harder and harder to take in. I could hear someone screaming for me but I couldn't find my voice to scream back. My body slowly gave up it's fight as the current pulled me down. |