Frayed

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Authors: Pamela Ann
with quick answers.
    “Damn, I need to find me a Greek god,” Lindsey said in between bites of her salad. I had no doubt in my mind that she would get her wish.
    “I’ll join you on that worthy campaign.” I added and
as I

high-fived Lindsey. Taylor simply shook his head, like we were both crazy. We truly were, he just didn’t know it yet.
    “Ooh, this ought to be exciting!” Emma cheerily eyed her girlfriends.
    Bass simply grunted on the side, disbelieving. “Trying to ditch me already, Emma? You should try harder than that!” Bass passionately eyed her , a sensuous dashing smile plastered on his face.
    Ha! I bet this dude would never forget the day that Emma backpedaled and chose Carter over him.
    Taylor choked on his food and started to cough, tapping his chest a few times before he cleared his throat. “You’re hopeless, dude.”
    Maybe a good distraction was the best solution after all. Yeah, that’s a BIG FAT maybe .

Chapter 6
    Trista
     
    The night progressed in a laidback, easy manner. After a few more drinks, we were all throwing jokes at each other. Though Taylor and I barely conversed with each other, I was hyper aware of him, though. Pretty boy got to me after that cutting remark. He was right about everything he had said, and I despised him for it. 
    Right about one in the morning, Emma and Lindsey started to yawn. “I’m going to bed. I have to wake up early tomorrow,” Emma yawned. Bass got up with her and bid us all goodnight.
    Taylor, Lindsey and I sat about quietly. We stared before us, across the vast expanse of the dark sea. “You guys want to check out Ios Island tomorrow?” Taylor broke the silence.
    Lindsey stretched around her lounge, her fit body on display. It didn’t surprise me that Taylor noticed. “Sure, what do you have in mind?” Lindsey sparked up, her exhaustion almost disappearing.
    Shit, two days with Taylor? That was so not a part of my vacation plan.
    “Well, those two will be busy and won’t be available until Saturday, anyway. We could go for a couple of days and come back here on Friday. Or we could meet them up in Athens on Saturday. A lot of the folks go back to the mainland during the weekend.” Taylor looked at us, back and forth. I barely shrugged at him.
    I refused to be on friendly terms with him and had gotten the feeling that he felt the same way. If anything, we were simply being civilized with each other.
    “Does the plan sound cool to you, Tris? We could leave after lunch.” Lindsey stood up. She covered her mouth when another yawn came.
    I nodded in agreement because there was never any point in arguing when Lindsey was geared up to do something. “Yeah, sounds good.”
    It was then that Taylor’s cellphone chirped. He glanced at it. A small frown crossed his pretty boy features. Lindsey was mumbling something about the trip tomorrow, but I kept my gaze on Taylor. He didn’t seem pleased.
    “Peace out, world. See you guys tomorrow.” Lindsey gave a lazy wave and strode back inside the house.
    “Going to make a call and turn in as well, goodnight.” Taylor gave me a quick glance and disappeared inside.
    Fishy… did he make that excuse to avoid being left alone with me? Or to follow Lindsey inside?
    I stood up, shook my sandals off my feet, and strolled towards the beach. I made a pleasurable sigh when I felt the warmth of the sand in between my toes. I started to make my way to the shore and chose a spot to sit somewhere dry, but that was close enough to the water for my toes to reach the tide. Immediately, my thoughts dragged me back to my dark place. I wondered if I wouldn’t be as miserable if Harry hadn’t dropped me the way he did.
    That feeling of betrayal, the gut-wrenching sensation of being bared open that leaves this massive deteriorating hole inside me, coming right back at me as soon as I am alone. It’s like an infested monster. It eats, claws and pulls me in its shackles.
    Tears flowed freely down my face and I

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