Surfers Paradise

Chapter 11: The Make Out

Back to present.

How could Johnny do that to me? He knew I hated Miranda with every bone in my body. She was going to steal our surfing spot for crying out loud!

"I'm going to kill him," I said, my anger rising. I speed-walked through the porch door while trying to get my emotions in check as I searched for my car keys.

"Hannah, don't blame him!" Ryan countered. "He was totally wasted last night. He probably didn't even know it was her."

I pretended not to hear his logic. I was going over to Johnny's house right now and no one was going to stop me. I eventually found my keys and stalked out to my car, forcing myself not to full-on sprint or kick my car. I could hear Ryan running behind me as I unlocked the car.

"What exactly are you going to do Hannah?" Ryan questioned, grabbing my arm and stepping between me and the car door.

"I'm going to ask him the logic behind his poor actions or maybe a slap will," I said while trying to get past him, but it was a sad and weak attempt.

"Give him a break," Ryan pleaded. "He's been having issues dealing ever since Shane came back. I bet it was just a mistake and he was drunk. He never would have kissed Miranda if he was sober."

"How do you know he didn't know it was her or if he didn't mean to kiss her, huh? Did you ask him? That picture pretty much explains it all," I snapped.

"Well, I don't know actually. I was pretty wasted last night too," he trailed off, trying to look at anything but me.

"See!" I yelled at him, proving my point. Johnny was going to have a lot of explaining to do if he didn't want to be on the other end of a slap.

"I know Johnny. He wouldn't do anything with Miranda because he doesn't like her at all. It was a drunken mistake."

"Ryan, stop defending him and just let me do this," I said firmly while glaring at him to get out of my way. He relented and climbed into the passenger seat of the car.

I drove quickly to Johnny's house, which was on the other side of town, hoping no cops would see me driving way over the speed limit. In his neighborhood, the houses weren't as close to each other or right on the beach like mine. However, Johnny's house was at the end of the road, so the beach was just through the trees. Most of the houses were two stories and had pools.

Despite how nice the houses were over here, I liked my neighborhood. It was located closer to the center of town, there were lots of surfers walking around everywhere, and the houses were all squished together like a cozy community. It just had a good vibe to it and I liked being able to see everyone out and about on the streets, by their houses, or on the beach.

I pulled into Johnny's driveway and parked next to his parents' car in front of his large two-story house. I was ready to stomp into his house when I realized I had driven over in only a swimsuit and no shoes. Luckily, I was always prepared. I opened the glove compartment and sorted through all the junk, but finally found brown sandals and a white tank top.

"Is this my board wax?" Ryan asked, picking up some of the stuff that had fallen onto the floor.

It was time to go inside, I thought. I shut the glove compartment before he could question more of the things I might have that were technically his and got out of the car. I went up to their front porch and automatically opened the front door without knocking. I really hoped Ryan hadn't seen that. I looked over my shoulder and he was smirking. I ignored him and walked in anyway.

Everything seemed peaceful inside their house as Shane and Johnny sat on their couch watching television. Seeing Johnny immediately made me think of his lips on that she-devil. I could feel my rage take over again and remembered why I was there.