She hated him. She hated him more than she ever thought possible. He was a kook- her natural born enemy.
He didn't hate her at all. Not one bit. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. Did she know that? No- and she never would.
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"You and I...
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Being a pogue came with many advantages and disadvantages. If you were lucky enough to be considered one, you were always ignored and neglected. The upside? You were always ignored and neglected.
Unless you so happened to be Kori Maybank.
She could feel her shoulders roughly being shaken, two strong hands gripping either arm. Bright light was already flooding through the window, completely covering any and every surface inside. Kori's eyes fluttered open, irritation etched behind them as she met John B's chipper expression.
"It's surf time, baby!" He cheered, letting his hands drop by his sides as Kori threw her pillow at him. "Let's go!"
She groaned and turned onto her stomach, burying her face in the mattress. "It's too early. My limbs don't become functional before twelve 'o'clock."
"Well, it must be fate then." JJ voiced, entering the room. "Because it's 12:30."
Kori turned on her side, facing the two boys who stood in the doorway. "Give me five minutes."
John B immediately pumped his fist by his side. "Yes." He hissed, meeting JJ's eyes. "She said yes."
"Aw, she said yes." He repeated, his lips tilting down into a pout.
"She said yes." John B echoed again, slamming his palm into JJ's as the two exited the room with a laugh.
Kori rolled her eyes, a smile unconsciously lifting either side of her mouth. "Dumbasses." She murmured.
After eight minutes—John B had timed her—her hair was pulled back in a french braid, her pink bikini top was on, and she was walking down the front steps of the chateau. The boys were overly excited as they drove, not bothering to shut up about how big the waves would be with Hurricane Agatha on the way. They were right though. The waves were sure to be perfect for surfing— at least for the next two days.
A grin crept onto Kori's face as her feet sunk into the sand and she held her board underneath her arm. She turned to John B, then to JJ before running into the ocean. The water splashed around her as they quickly came up on either side of her.
Kori probably should've been working on her humility, but she would argue that she was the best surfer out of the trio. JJ definitely would've called bullshit on that particular matter, but being good at it wasn't why she loved surfing. It was the feeling that came with it.
It was indescribable in the way it made Kori forget about everything. Her shit life, her shit father, her shit community. All of it faded to nothing the second she hit the water. And it always ended so abruptly, leaving her wanting more before it'd even begun. Wave after wave crashed down onto her, blurring together her convoluted thoughts into something that didn't hold her down. There was a sort of freedom that came with it. The way the water churns under your board, always moving, always changing.
