ESME

The beach sand was shifting under my feet, fine and white like powdered sugar, but I felt like I was walking through wet cement as a result of the tension boiling within me.

I marched over to where Logan was wrestling with a massive navy-blue beach umbrella, my temper flaring higher with every single step I took. I shoved his shoulder, not hard enough to knock him over, but enough to surely make him stumble.

"You’re a total jerk, Logan! I could have broken an ankle back there!" I snapped.

Logan didn't even look up from the sand he was digging into. He didn't even realize how angry I...