Out of Reach|| Jadon Sancho

4.

After my early walk on the beach I feel very much awake. Everyone is dawdling by the poolside the whole morning, half asleep and doing nothing. I'm bored so I decide to head down to the beach alone. I learned surfing a couple of years back when I was about 15 on holiday in Spain and I've kept it up ever since. I consider myself something of a pro surfer. The hotel lends surfboards so I grab one and head down to the beach.

"Going anywhere?"

I turn and groan internally. Can I not go anywhere without Jadon turning up?

"Yeah."

"What a coincidence, I'm going there too."

"Oh really?" I ask sarcastically.

I'm starting to get a bit annoyed of him turning up wherever I go.

"Yeah, so we can walk together."

He winks at me.

I sigh and carry on walking.

"How's life mini Lingard?"

"Don't call me mini Lingard."

"Ok mini Lingard."

I roll my eyes.

"Life was great till you showed up."

"Sure it was." he smiles knowingly.

"Do you have to make everything about you?"

"You're the one who brought me up. I only asked you how life was."

He's right so I shut up.

"Going surfing?" he asks, gesturing to my surfboard.

"No, I'm going golfing." 

Some of these questions are ridiculous.

"Hey, I'm just trying to make conversation here."

"Well stop trying."

"If that's what you want."

He shrugs and starts bouncing the football which was under his arm. I walk on in silence, observing him out of the corner of my eye. He looks good in swim shorts, I'll give him that. His muscles are obvious as he bounces the ball. I look away. Fine, he's fit. That doesn't stop him being a dickhead.

We get to the beach and I head to the water. Jadon still hasn't spoken, and he seems happy as can be. I shake my head and walk on. I get to the edge of the water and look out. The waves seem pretty good. I turn back to Jadon who's further along, doing keepy uppies.

"Are you staying till I come out?"

I can see him smile even though he's all the way up the beach.

"If you want me to!" he calls back.

"You can stay."

With that I grab my surfboard and swim in.

I'm in the sea for a good 40 minutes. I always feel happy while surfing and time flies.

When I get out, Jadon is sat on the sand watching.

"You were good."

"Why'd you sound surprised?" I laugh.

"I dunno, you just don't really strike me as the type of person who'd be good at surfing."

"Well thanks for your honesty."

"You asked."he points out.

"Why don't I strike you as the type of person who'd be good at surfing?