~°~Chapter Seventy-eight~°~

I try my hardest to ignore them but it's like trying to ignore a bright flashlight pointed right in my eyes, it's not possible.

After reading the same line for the tenth time, I just give up and just stare up at the the inside of my umbrella, my fist unconsciously clenching and unclenching - whose decision was it again to come to the beach?

Oh right, mine! Because I thought I was tired of having Virgil's and Dale's attention all to myself but I take it back.

Dale eventually makes his way over, he had been talking a short distance away from where our blankets are with the darker haired girl.

His jaw is tight when makes his way over and his expression shuttered and I perk up at this, wondering what's wrong? If it's the dark haired girl? Decorum be damned, I'm tossing a handful of sand in her face.