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he’s making one of those weird
sounds they make.” Danny frowned; he seemed worried.
    “Look,” I blurted out. “The other French
exchange students are coming out of the ocean with their boards.
It’s almost like he’s calling them.”
    Danny shook his head anxiously. “No, no, no…”
He stretched his neck out, trying to get a clearer look. “It’s not
possible. Laurent’s friends couldn’t hear him from all the way
across the beach and in the ocean.”
    “You’re right,” Agatha moaned. “Nobody could
hear a whistle or whatever sound he was making, if any, with all
this music playing so loud. And even without that, the ocean is too
far and the waves muffle out the noises on shore.”
    The French kids set their boards on the sand
before the boulders and slipped out of their wetsuits. One of the
males pulled from between the rocks an attractive suitcase made of
floral fabric. It looked a little old fashioned.
    They all retrieved their clothes from the
case and put them on over their bathing suits. Then they climbed up
on the boulders effortlessly where they all sat down together.
    It appeared as if they were conversing
amongst themselves over an important matter. One of the two girls
climbed down and started walking across the beach toward us. Her
white sheer dress blew in the summer wind. Her movements were fluid
and graceful much like Laurent’s, but feminine.
    “What do you think she’s doing?” I asked
Danny, feeling uncomfortable because it looked like she was looking
at us. I turned away from her, balling my fists in dread.
    “That’s Marine Thibault,” he stated,
seemingly proud that he knew her name. “She’s the blond one, but
you can’t tell because her hair is wet.”
    I turned to look at her, trying not to stare,
but I couldn’t help myself. She stepped before the bonfire, the
flames leaping in the air. I could see the silhouette of her sleek,
shapely body beneath the sheer white fabric of her dress. She was
voluptuous in all the right places. Others turned to look at her.
Her beauty was more than enchanting.
    I wanted to get up and leave. My stomach
tightened into a knot. I was sure she was coming to talk to me. It
was a gut feeling. Maybe Laurent said something to her about me. I
must have offended him somehow. From his reaction, it seemed like I
did something awful.
    Her last several steps after the bonfire were
surprisingly swift. Her clear blue eyes suddenly turned fierce. She
came up to me at once, without any sort of hesitation, and grabbed
my arm roughly. In a shockingly violent manner, she yanked me off
of the ground and punched me in the stomach with jarring
strength.

Teardrop
    My eyes bulged almost out of the sockets. At
the impact of her punch, the wind rushed out of my lungs. I had
been in many fights in my life. I could take her on. She was strong
as hell, more powerful than any girl I had ever taken a jab from
and she was taller than me, but I was a fast and determined
fighter.
    “Fight, fight, fight…” some kids over by the
bonfire yelled. Everyone crowded around us to watch.
    Crouched over, I looked up at Marine who
stared at me with a startling confidence. “Hey, what the hell?” I
gasped. My mind was spinning. A million thoughts came to me at
once.
    I decided to attack back, take her on. One
thing I had learned in life is you don’t wait to see what the
aggressor is going to do next; you strike back without hesitation.
In a sudden rush, I jumped on her. I started slamming my fist into
her face several times in fast repetition.
    “Girl fight, girl fight…” some other kids
started chanting.
    The stupid blond tried to push me off, but I
was too quick. I sensed that she was dazed from my retaliation. I
heard clicking sounds in her throat. That was unexpected and
strange.
    “Stop!” she called out. Her wet hair was
partly covered in sand. “Please stop.”
    Because of her pleas I got off of her, but I
kicked her once hard in the stomach as payback.
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