Summer

*Bonus* Chapter 10

Sophia's POV

"I really shouldn't," I tell Ben as he brings me to the poolside bar. I can't believe he actually hired a bartender for this.

"You really shouldn't what? Have one drink?" he laughs. "We've got so much to catch up on. I've missed you."

Ben orders himself a spicy margarita and me a gin and tonic.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but these used to be your favorite," he says as he hands me the drink. If he really knew me then he'd know that I don't have a favorite drink. I hate drinking, period.

I take it from his hand to be polite and smile forcefully at him until he says something else.

"So, tell me, how was your summer?" he asks.

And before I know it, Ben has me talking for the next 30 minutes. In my head, I'm counting down the seconds until someone interrupts. Fortunately for me, Allison and Britt come over and take a shot with Ben, who's probably mixed every type of alcohol at this point.

"What do you say we go for a swim?" Ben places his shot glass down on the countertop and asks me.

"Oh, no. I'm good," I tell him. "Maybe Allison or Britt want to join you." I say it loud enough so that my friends catch on.

"Let's do it," Allison unenthusiastically says, clearly having my back.

When they make their way over to the pool, I take that as my opportunity to find a quiet spot to the side so that I can text Noah.

***

Noah's POV

"Greenwich Bay Boardwalk. 8 pm," reads the text message from Fee, and something about it makes me smile.

I look at my watch. I've got 2 hours until then.

"I'll be there," I text back.

I slide my phone into my pocket and continue to take in the calming site before me.

A few minutes later, I'm disrupted from my thoughts when a bunch of guys invade the beach. They're holding beer cans and passing around a joint while making their way closer to me. Their loud shouting and obnoxious laughs make it known that they're not sober, and while I'd really love to sit here and enjoy this view, I don't do well with douchebags. They're even dressed like ones.

I use the palms of my hands to steady myself until I come to a complete stance, and then rub my hands together to wipe off the sand.

"Ben's party was fucking lit," I overhear douchebag #1 say to his friends.

Party? That's probably where Sophia was. And, who the fuck is Ben?

"So lit, man. It always is. Did you notice Allison's rack? I swear those can't be real," douchebag #2 says.

I thought I was an asshole, but these guys put me to shame.

"Sophia looked hot. I'd totally tap that," douchebag #3 says.

Did he just say...?

My fists automatically clench. I try to block out what they're saying, but as soon as I hear my girl's name from this shit-head's mouth, it takes everything in me to contain myself.

Damn, nothing would bring me more joy right now than to knock his fucking teeth out, but I know that the last thing I need is a warrant out for my arrest.

"Hey asshole," douchebag #3 notices me and calls out, "no trespassing."

The guys make their way over to me — or should I say wobble their way over to me. They can't even fucking walk straight. Dumbasses.

"You got a problem?" I ask them once they stop in front of me. I have a better look at them now and they're just as entitled-looking from up-close. Fucking rich people. The fact that they're drunk makes this so much more fun.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. You're on private property," he says, pointing to a sign that says 'Private Property. No Trespassing.' 

I can't help but chuckle at his immaturity. "Last I checked this is a public beach." I contemplate ending my statement with the word 'asshole', but I don't need to start a fight with these guys before meeting up with Fee.

"Not when it's closed," he says. "Which it is."

I don't even know this guy, and I fucking hate him. I can definitely tell that he's the ringleader of his posse. Not only is he bigger in size, but he's got more confidence, even though they all seem pretty confident.

"Then I guess we're both trespassing," I say.

"You see, you would be right, if my dad wasn't the Mayor of this town." He looks me straight in the eye. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to have to ask you to kindly 'fuck off'," he says, waving me off with his hand.

His face is right in front of me and I'm resisting every fiber in my being from knocking his brains out.

They clearly know that I'm not from here, which gives them an advantage. So, do I: A) beat the shit out of him for being a stuck-up wiseass with no filter or B) walk away and wait patiently until I have to meet up with Fee?

Well, I've never been one to be patient, so, option A it is.