Bane of My Existence

Ace POV

As we walked on the beach to take our spots there was the bane of existence. Yeah, a bit harsh, but every time I saw some asshat touching Alley, I saw red. Rarely did I catch her not being eye fucked by some dude. So, yes, the girl that used to make everything right in the world became an instant source of my misery.

I looked away trying my best to ignore everything. Alley was dancing with her back to some guy's chest while his hands lingered on her thighs. Teasing her with his touches; but then he moved back to her waist and they just kept dancing.

Nothing I can intervene with. Plus, she looked really happy just dancing and being a teenager. How one person can give me so much anger while making me so satisfied was beyond my knowledge. God definitely fucked up with how our emotions worked. Not sure if I believed in God, but I liked having someone to blame all this shit on.

I grabbed a beer and was trying to listen to one of the other football players, Bret, go on about practic