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Claire had been my only guess as to why the sudden change.
                  Even though my heart was breaking inside I refused to let Peter see me tormented. I was determined to not let him see me break. After a long day poolside and dinner with everyone, I excused myself and spent the first night alone--crying on the beach. Suddenly, my version of paradise had taken a depressing turn for the worse.
                 

 
     
                                                                          Chapter 2
     
    Two days later, after I’d eyed up Peter every heart wrenching chance I had, we’d all made our way via Ferry to Yost Van Dyke. Once we arrived, our Moms went ahead to secure two bungalows for the day.  This was a small island. A very small island. The first thing I noticed when I stepped off the boat, were beach bars along the shoreline. One right after the other. The one place that stood out, only because it was packed with swaying patrons to the beat of some reggae, was a bar called Foxy’s. I glanced around, Peter and Claire had already started walking off, hand-in-hand. Fabulous! Ethan started ahead, but turned, like I was an afterthought. “You coming?”
                  “I’ll catch up in a minute,” I yelled out. He turned, hoisting his bag even farther up his arm. Once it rested on his shoulder, he moved forward this time without looking back. Flopping onto the beach, I kicked my flip flops off and let the sand filter through my toes. The last two days hadn’t been complete torture. I managed to avoid Ethan, since he spent most of his time on the beach with a six pack of Red Stripe both days, and I conveniently spent mine poolside with my iPod. Listening to everything except what I had downloaded for Peter.
                  The problem with being on such a small island was that there was nowhere to hide. There was no chlorine filled pool with splashing kids and little umbrella drinks being delivered. There was an ocean--a huge ocean and that was it. Not that I was complaining. The water had been impeccably clear, so clear I saw little Nemos swimming everywhere. The problem with this so-called island is that I could’t get away from Peter and Claire. Ethan hadn’t paid me any mind, thank God. Other than the occasional stare and nod gestures. But, I truly thought I’d get sick if I had to watch the lovebirds flaunt themselves any longer. 
                  I’d been sitting in the sand, staring at the ocean when I felt someone watching me. I leaned back casually, placing my hands behind me and wedged them into the sand. With one quick glance over my shoulder my eyes met his. Ethan was staring at me from a white plastic chair sitting at the edge of the bar floor. He had on these God awful bright orange board shorts and tipped the beer in his hand in my direction. My breath hitched momentarily and then I forced my eyes down the beach and stared at Peter and Claire curled up on a blanket together. I was so lost in watching the two of them that I didn’t notice Ethan had moved until he was suddenly behind me.
                  As he plopped on the ground next to me. He nudged my shoulder. “Hey, So-So feel like going for a ride?”
                  I rolled my eyes and scooped up some sand, letting it sift through my fingers. “Not if you’re going to keep calling me that.”
                  “Fair enough,” Ethan said. “I just thought maybe I’d give you a break.” He nodded his head toward the happy couple. “I rented a small boat for a few hours.” Ethan pushed himself up and held out his hand. “I have something I want to show you.”
                  Glancing back down the beach I realized he had had a point. No sense in staying here. I might as well try to have a good time so, I hoisted myself onto my feet. “Sounds