Chasing Forever Down (Drenaline Surf Series) (20 page)

“Maybe. Or maybe I was supposed to get through A.J. because he needed a friend. Or maybe… I don’t know,” I admit.

Music thumps from behind us, and someone attempts to tune a guitar. The speakers screech across the night, and Linzi cringes at the same moment I do.

“Let’s head back in there before it gets too crowded to find the guys,” I suggest. “Alston’s probably already having withdrawals from your absence.”

She laughs and jumps up, fairy hopping back toward the house and assuring me that whatever mission I’m on, whether it involves Colby or not, she’s totally on my side. Reed is busy doing his public relations for Strickland’s Boating, so I don’t interrupt. Instead, I follow Linzi back to Alston, who is talking
about surfing and parasailing with a group of guys he says he knows from school. He introduces Linzi, slips his arm around her, and she’s back in paradise while I hang back outside of their little clique. These two minutes stretch onward, allowing me to listen to all of the random conversations passing me by – “Did you see what she’s wearing?” “Oh, I know he didn’t just kiss her.” “This beer tastes like horse piss.”

Salvation! I spin around the instant I hear his voice, and in the process of grabbing A.J.’s arm to get his attention, his horse piss beer spills across the wooden floor of the deck.

“Thank God!” he says as he drops the beer can into a nearby trash bag. “I’ve been walking this deck all night, looking at all these skanks and idiots. About damn time you got here. C’mon.”

He pulls me right back toward the steps that Linzi and I just left behind, but we don’t head back into the sand. Instead, we round the house and walk out to the group of people sitting around a blazing bonfire.

“This is where the real deal people are,” A.J. says. He steps over a log and motions for me to sit on it next to him. I glance around and see a few familiar faces – Hooligans. A.J. grabs a beer bottle and chugs a fourth of it.

Kale walks around from the fire and sits on the other side of me. A blue Hawaiian lei hangs around his neck.
“You’re kidding, right? Gonzalez? You know he ain’t nothing but trouble,” he says. He looks over at A.J. with this goofy smile.

“
A.J.’s my best friend,” I inform him. “And he hasn’t been in any trouble since I’ve been here.”

Kale wraps his arm around me and leans in to keep anyone else from hearing him.
“At the rate he’s going tonight, he’ll be drunk and in trouble before the hour’s up.”

I shrug away his assumption, along with his arm, and if it w
asn’t for the fact that he’s actually quite charming, I’d have ruled him off as a creeper the first day I met him. His face runs pale, and before I can apologize for possibly offending him, I follow his gaze and see the Hooligan jackass himself – Dominic.

And he’s looking at me.

“You really need to keep better company,” he says, like it’s any of his business who I’m friends with. “A.J. was bad enough, but Kale too? Really?”

He’s had a few too many drinks, not that it really matters in his case. I lock my arm with A.J.’s just in case he’s thinking of doing something stupid. Dominic has a good five inches and probably twenty pounds of muscle on A.J. But I think A.J. could take him. Still – it’s not a fight I want to witness.
I’ve already seen one Hooligan brawl. I don’t want to see A.J. on the opposing side.

Dominic stumbles a little, and I secretly wish he’d tumble ass first into the fire then run off to the ocean like a drunken firefly. He so doesn’t deserve a sponsorship from anyone, especially Drenaline Surf. Shark would die a second death if he knew his store was at risk of being dragged through Horn Island’s muddy shoreline by this guy.

“I need another beer,” Dominic mutters.

He reaches toward A.J.’s half-empty bottle
. A.J. swings it back, slinging beer across the sand and himself, and poses like he’s about to score a winning homerun.

“
I
will
bust this over your head just like last time, motherfucker,” A.J. says as clearly as the Crescent Cove waves wash over the sand.

Tension swallows our breathing air for a moment
, then releases a deep breath when Dominic sits with some girls on the other side of the fire. I start to tell A.J. that we should go back inside, but Topher interrupts, telling us to come back on deck. He talks with his hands, and that blue bottle of Ocean Blast Energy sloshes with his every movement. I’ve yet to see another person in the cove drinking that stuff. I’ve rarely seen Topher without it. And he definitely doesn’t need it.

A local punk rock band, Sapphires and Sunsets, is in the middle of introductions when we walk back up the wooden steps.
Summer Snow Alex is on bass, and I recognize the lead singer as Jace, the Hooligan who so profoundly stated “Fuck Dominic!” regarding Kale’s honorary status.

A string of bikini tops line the bottom of the stage, and I feel so icky. I turn back to A.J.

“I have to find Reed. I seriously want my T-shirt,” I tell him. He laughs, nods, and motions toward the patio at the back of the deck.

I follow the edge of the crowd until I can cut through to Reed. He’s talking to Vin. Damn my unlucky paper stars. I wait for that cold iceberg stare that slices through me and sends chills over my skin, but it’s more of the what-the-fuck-are-you-serious face that Linzi gave me earlier.

“Hey,” I say to Reed, trying my best to ignore Vin. “Can you let me get my shirt out of your Jeep?” I gesture to my lime green bikini top. “This just isn’t really me.”

Reed fishes into his pocket for his keys, and Vin strips off the black Drenaline Surf jacket he’s wearing.

“Here,” Vin says. “It’s a long walk to the Jeep.”

I say ‘thanks’…or at least I think I do. I’m not sure. The words were somewhere between my voice box and my mouth. For all I know, I might’ve hallucinated saying them, and he thinks I’m an ungrateful idiot now that I’m in his jacket and two steps behind Reed on our trek to the
Jeep. Why did I even take my shirt off in the first place? I’m not Linzi.

Reed passes my ocean blue Strickland’s Boating shirt to me, and I trade it out with Vin’s jacket. This time, I practice saying ‘thanks’ in my head over and over and over until I know I won’t screw up when I say it. I’m glad Reed isn’t forcing conversation. But I’m not as glad when he parts ways with me at the deck and leaves me to return Vin’s jacket alone.

He’s still in the same spot on the patio, leaning back against the bar. He stares off at nothing, and I wonder what he’s thinking. Is he thinking about surfers or how much he doesn’t seem to trust Colby or who is going to win this sponsorship and be the next poster boy for his dead best friend’s store? I swear, my heart breaks for him in the same second that he pisses me off with his harsh blue eyes.

Deep breath, Haley.
I walk over with his jacket already halfway extended (God, I’m an idiot). “Thanks,” I say. This time I know I said it.

And he smiles – a real, genuine smile that I’ve hardly seen from him.

“Gotta have a little respect for the girl who wants to cover up when every other girl here wants to strip down,” he says. He pushes a strand of my hair back behind my ear, and I wish I knew what to say to him.

The crowd cheers at the end of the song, buying me a few seconds since he wouldn’t be able to hear me over them anyway. He reaches behind him for the half-finished bottle of Pepsi, takes a swig, then recaps the lid.

“You’re not drinking?” I ask. I regret it as soon as I say it.

“
Do I look like an alcoholic?” he asks.

Stupidstupidstupid.
“No.” I try to find something else to say, but God, the stars are out of alignment tonight. The one time I’ve got this guy in a half-decent mood, and he’s being freaking nice to me, I find every way I possibly can to insult him.

“
I don’t drink,” he says. “Never really could acquire a taste for it. And, you know, I like to remember what I did the night before when I wake up in the mornings.”

I nod, all bobble-head like, and say,
“Plus someone’s gotta bail A.J. out of jail, right?”

He laughs.
“You are exactly right.”

He focuses his eyes on Jace and follows his movements across the stage. We wait with silence between us until he finally says,
“A.J. and Linzi both came back here looking for you while you were getting your shirt. You should probably go find them.”

Great. He’s running me off. I fight the overly dramatic girly sigh that’s building up in my chest.
“Are you just going to stay back here alone?” I ask.

He shakes his head.
“Nah, I’m going to go talk to someone. Go have fun.”

He smiles one more time and slips back into his jacket, even though there isn’t much of a breeze tonight.

I take a few steps into the crowd, but I stop and look back. I watch him make his way into a shadow of the deck with some old guy in a faded Drenaline Surf T-shirt. They hug like old friends, and he motions for Vin to sit down with him. I release the energy in my chest with a huge sigh of relief that he wasn’t actually ditching me to go talk to some fully dressed girl.

And it bothers me that I actually care.

An hour later, I’m certain of a few things. One, white guys are the worst dancers. Alston and A.J. have proven that. Two, Jace isn’t a half bad singer. And three, Kale was wrong – A.J. is still out of trouble and that hour was up long ago.

“Look at you, going all Virgin Mary,” a voice says from behind me. “I liked you better with the shirt off.”

Certainty number four – Dominic is the world’s ultimate asshole.

He grabs the bottom of my T-shirt, and it slowly finds its way up my back while I fight to pull away. A.J.’s arms tighten around me before the shirt comes off, and he slings me back behind him.

“
I will fucking kill you!” he screams. “Back the fuck off, you got it?”

Dominic slams both palms into A.J.’s shoulders, but A.J. barely falters. And there’s absolutely nothing I can do when his fist lands on Dominic’s right eye.

It’s all such a crazy blur – Dominic falling, A.J. cursing, and people running everywhere around us. Security hauls A.J. outside, telling him to leave the party or they’ll call the law, and they return – without A.J. and with an ice pack for the jerkoff who deserves that shiner.

And even in all that chaos, I’m alone. I assume no one realized it was A.J. and Dominic, but I feel like word travels fast here, especially when the sponsorship nominee Dominic is involved. Reed is the first to find me after word spreads around the deck. I give him a super quick rundown of what happened, and he bolts to defend A.J. against the idiot security guards who are most likely friends with that Pittman guy.

It’s a total replication of the west coast party in Crescent Cove. The threat of blue lights mixed with loneliness. At least last time I had Dexter. I wait around for Reed to return, but after five minutes, then ten minutes, I feel like I did waiting for Colby Taylor at Bristow Park.

The band slows down, announcing a special guest performing with them, and my curiosity perks up from my self-pity long enough to see the old guy Vin was talking to earlier walk onstage with an acoustic guitar.

Jace leans into the microphone. “You guys, please give a huge Horn Island welcome to our own Joe McAllister!”

I bite my quivering lips. Shark’s dad is probably the only thing that could break the already fragile shell I’m hiding within. No wonder Vin ditched me to talk to him. I’d have ditched me too.

Joe asks that everyone find their “special someone” and starts strumming some kind of music that I swear is probably a Beach Boys song. I bolt for the steps. I’m not playing the role of Virgin Mary wallflower while Drenaline Surf’s Kristin clings to Miles and Enchanted Emily laughs at Kale’s attempts to hook up with her. Alston and Linzi are for sure making out on the dance floor, although I can’t see them.

But a familiar face stops me on the third step.

“Be my special someone!” Topher yells over the music.

The clear Christmas lights from the palm trees reflect in his blue eyes like stars dancing on the surface of his energy drink. There’s no way I can say no to him.

He hauls me back onto the dance floor with him, telling me how he’s known Joe since he was born, and that Joe was in a band when he was in high school a thousand years ago. He twirls me around, laughing and bouncing, and for a moment, I forget all the drama and have one last tiny bit of fun just like Vin told me to.

“
I think she likes everyone but me,” Kale says, approaching Topher and me after the music dies out. “Seriously, Brooks? Big brother’s got
you
watching her now?”

I don’t hear another word of the conversation. Everything in my mind swirls around like a sandstorm, and it slaps me in the face. Topher called Vin the day of the storm. He was with Vin the day that Miles helped me sell tickets. How did I not realize he has Vin’s eyes, just more full of Ocean Blast Energy than icebergs and worry?

“Vin’s your brother?” It’s a miracle I even get the words out of my mouth. I think I’m paralyzed.

Topher laughs.
“You didn’t know that?”