I Know What You Did The Summer Before Last...

Chapter 13

George.

Why would Jordan have this in his room.

"So why are we here exactly?" I aks again.

He looks at me and sighs.

"I figure maybe it will give clues on why this was in his room." Enzo states.

It makes sense. Maybe by seeing the setting of that night we would start remembering smaller details we didn't notice back then.

George was wearing that necklace the night he died on the beach. West beach to be exact. We were all there that day.

"I understand. Let's go down to the beach." I say.

We get up from the bench. It makes a squeaking sound. I dust off my bum feeling that there is dirt on it.

"You have something on your bum." Enzo chuckles.

Clearly the dusting off didn't work.

"Is it off now?" I ask.

I feel soo embarrassed. Why do these things always happen when I'm with Enzo.

"No its not." He laughs.

I carry on dusting my shorts. This stupid , rusty-old bench is really getting on my nerves.

"Can I help you?" He asks in amusement.

I look at him and give him a stink eye. He clearly likes waching me struggle.

"Yes, that would be nice." I roll my eyes.

Enzo smirks and places his hand on my lower back. He softly wipes the dirt off of it. Eventully he goes lower. I get this feeling down my spine as be touches moves his hand over the round part of my butt.

I could feel his body close behind me.

"There you go. All done." He smirks.

I turn around and look at him. I know my cheeks are flushed from his touch.

"Cool, let's go." He says.

We start walking towards to the trail that leads down to the beach. It's a very bumpy path with loose pebbles.

I slightly stumble as qe start walking down. Enzo grabs my arm to make me steady.

"You really are clumsy." He grins.

I stop and look at him.

"Only when I'm with you." I reply.

He looks at me in silence. Maybe I shouldn't have been soo "flirty". That was akward.

"Why around me?" He finally asks.

I'm soo unsure about my feelings about him.

"I have no idea." I reply.

That was the truth. Well kind of. I don't want to tell him how I feel when im around him. He makes me nervous.

"If you say so." He says. He sounds like he doesn't believe me.

We carry on walking down. On our right is the a mountain. The main road that we drove on is visible in the distance on top of the hill.

I start to wonder. What am I getting myself into? Are we fiddling with unsolved crimes? Why does Jordan have the necklace George was wearing when he died?

It's best not to ask questions that can't be answered immediately.

We reach the bottom of the sand.  This place gives me horrible déjà vu.