"How gnarly of you," I rolled my eyes.
"Kennedy, you don't know the half of it." His gaze burned with treasured desire. "I could surf waves on your neck with my lips."
My eyebrows rose and I slid my hands down his waist and watched his eyelids flut...
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Kennedy's P.O.V
Gabriella folded her arms at the sight of Alana coming our way. "Here comes the devil, brace yourselves."
"She can be such a passive aggressive bitch sometimes," Sakura added.
Little did they realise, "we used to be friends," I told them.
Both the girls and Tristan choke on their champagne. "What?" The exclaimed in unison at me.
Before I could give an answer she appeared by my side.
"I see your quite the fan for the camera," was the first thing that Alana said to me. "You know Caleb Akamai."
"The Hawaiian surfer?" Tristan questioned.
"Yeah, he got all caught up in the fame side that he'd skip a meet for a photoshoot."
She thought I was caught up in fame. That I wanted to be known for all this other shit? I'm not that self-absorbed and I could tell this was becoming a dig at me, however it was a rather lousy one at that. "You know they come to me not the other way around, right?" I narrowed my eyes slightly. I was starting to get really bitchy.
"Oh, I know Kenji," there goes my nickname again. As if it was a playing card to safety. She might as well have just called me sweetie. But since I saw her for the first time in years there wasn't much sweetness in her. More like a mask for different reasons.
From the corner two tall male figures come into sight further expanding our circle. The meet and greet was recorded in live flashes on television for all World Surf League followers, it probably looks as though we're grouping in a ritual circle. I'm sure my parents are watching, and even more sure that my dad saw my press talk at the door.
One of the male figures was Rylan of course and surprisingly Isaac was right behind him, in a plain black tuxedo. Rylan swoops an arm around Alana's waist and plants a long-wet kiss on her lips and her hand moves straight to his solid chest.
I wasn't sure if they were an item or not, but I knew the press would be all over that in a second, and they were. A few flashes were clicked in our direction.
Alana smiles broadly. "Rylan Conroy and his friend Isaac Samson," she introduced them as though she had bought a new Versace handbag. However, little did she know, Rylan wasn't a tamed one. I could see she thought she had him closer than anyone could. But Rylan Conroy, wasn't close to anything.
His dark eyes lifted and found mine.
Was he trying to make my life hell today?
Small smiles were exchanged around the group, however I'm sure my new friends noticed mine wasn't one of them. But I did give Isaac a friendly smile separately.
"Wait Conroy?" Sakura picked up on Rylan's last name. "You're a Conroy? As in like the twin? Like of the boy who died here?"
Sakura's questions may have been pure questions at heart but she was entirely oblivious to the resulting sting it would cause in his heart. For some reason, a small sliver of that pain shot into my chest as well. Even Alana was a little taken aback, having known the twins like me.
