What This Is

Chapter 13

Luke's POV

"How are you so flipping amazing at surfing?!" I yelled, frustration blossoming inside me.
My frustration was quickly replaced with curiosity when Lacey laughed and said, "My Lucas, I've had much practice."
"How long have you been surfing for?" I asked, tracing the designs on my board, which was bobbing as we relaxed in the water. The water was calm right now, we've been surfing for hours, and the tide only just now came to a rest.
"3 years. Ever since my dad made me get rid of Trix..." She answered, and she knew I could sense her choke up at the mention of... Trix? She cleared her throat and sent me a small smile. I reached over to grab her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
The sunset ahead of us was absolutely gorgeous. We were watching it, enjoying the now comfortable silence.
Lacey was overflowing in her usual beauty: loose ponytail holding up her naturally highlighted brown hair, her frail body at rest in her pink bikini, and cross legged on her board. Her board was an obviously more expensive board than others, carved differently, almost the way a professional's board would. More difficult.
In agreement, we swam back in, and biked to her house. I slipped back into my shirt and pants inside the bathroom, she always has a pair of my jeans at her house just in case we swim, and vice versa.
"Hey, Larissa!" I exclaimed, bringing her mom into a hug.
"Luke! How are you love?" Larissa smiled at me. She was a little confused about me and Lacey at first, but then after explaining, and MANY promises I had to make to her, she finally was okay about me and Lacey.
I hear Lacey's door open, and Larissa and I share a concerned look, she didn't come out right away like usual. I mouth to Larissa that I'm going to her room, and she nodded slightly. I silently peek my head in, noticing that she was looking at a picture frame as she perched at the edge of her bed. I lightly knock on the doorframe, startling her.
"Oh sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I uh, I erm," I stuttered, honestly clueless as to what to say.
"No, it's okay, I just really miss her," setting down the frame onto her nightstand. I could now see that it was a picture of a drop dead gorgeous horse. It's like the puzzle pieces snapped into place.
"That's Trix, isn't it?"
"Ya, she was my baby girl. Our favorite event was dressage, she was just the cutest when her head was collected," she explained, her voice, not sad, but soft.
"We're you guys, um, what do they call it? Uhhh, varsity?"
She laughed at my limit of knowledge, and said, "I guess you could call us champions," winking when she put emphasis on champions.
She moved to the other side of the room where she opened what looked like a closet. She nodded for me to come over, and I took a glance in. Not without taking a double take however.
Trophies, medallions, ribbons, belt buckles, and tons of other awards took over the space. The walls were also covered in pictures. I was wondering why she had two closet doors...
"This is incredible....hey, isn't that what they call gaming? All that barrel racing and stuff?" I asked, smiling because I knew I got the terminology correct.
"Hehe, yeah, we were kinda special. We could go from running a 10.2 in barrels then got get a 92% on one of the highest level dressage tests. Trixie was just incredible. I miss her so much," Lacey trailed off, sadness starting to fill her eyes.
"Where is she?"
"I don't know..." She moved to talk a seat on the foot end of her bed, "My mom does, but she said she's not going to tell me where she is, says I'll get to worked up, which terrifies me, in all honesty," Lacey cleared her throat trying to hide her choking over her own words.
"Darling, I think she's okay, really, I do," I wrapped my arms around her as I got down on one knee to look into her eyes. I was pretty tall, so I was still at eye level with her.
"I love you Lucas," she breathed.
"I love you more Lacey," I said, smirking in our competition.
"Prove it," she timidly said, fingering with the hem of my shirt.
At the command, I lightly brushed my lips against hers.
She makes me look like the timid one when she presses her lips harder against my own. I am overwhelmed by the taste of her mouth, me naturally wanting more and more.
She plays with my shirt, debating on whether to take it off or not. I lightly bite her lip when she doesn't, earning a groan of pleasure.
Her hands have moved up to my hair, where she tugs on it, a moan of pleasure escaping my mouth.
I whimper as she pulls back, a smile tugging at the end of her mouth.
"My mom is in the other room dinkus," both of us erupting in laughter.

Larissa's POV
She has no idea. She doesn't know what it is I see. I notice everything, where else does she think she gets that trait from? She's exactly like me. She doesn't know that I see things no one else does. She just pushed me away. But ever since Luke came, everything seems to be getting better.
He's the guy we both have always needed in our lives.
She needed a man she could trust and I needed a savior I could depend on. He came right when he needed to, and I hope, for heavens sakes, I really hope he stays.