Change in Heart

Chapter 13- Stung!

Chapter 13

The weekend finally arrived and I planed on spending the whole of it surfing and lazing on the beach. I nibbled at my toast and eventually gave up tossing it into the bin. I picked up some bottled water and carried it under my arm along with my beach towel.  

I ran to the garage and collected my surf board, knocking everything over in the process and landing on the floor. The beach was only a five minute walk from my house which made it all the better and I had a sea view from my bedroom window.  

I kicked the ground on our dirt drive as I walked, sending sand flying into the air and flinching every time the wind sent it backwards hitting my skin. I climbed onto the beach wall and threw down my belongings, including the surfboard. I jumped down hitting the sand not so gracefully as planned in my head and went to find a spot to sit.  

I settled for an abandoned section close to the sea, unfortunately with no shade. I'd survive.  

I slapped on my sun cream, making my arms sting where the sand was also being rubbed roughly into my skin.

I pulled my shirt over my head and kicked of my shorts, leaving me in a not so covering bikini my mum had called 'sweet' on our annual shopping trip. A group of boys further down whistled shouting something I didn't want to hear. I huffed and trudged down to the water dragging my board behind me.

I waded out into the water until I could no longer stand, which might I add wasn't very far and clambered onto my board. I waited for the wave and crouched low ready to push off. It arrived on time and carried me back to shore, getting several looks from the surfing tuition company further down. I smiled to myself inwardly.

I repeated it several times, going further and further out on each ride. The rush of adrenaline made me want to scream as it passed through my body. The wave caught me again letting me roll with it. I heard my name being shouted from someone on the beach, waving their hands in all directions to get my attention. I concentrated on the person trying to figure out who it was. I lost my balance and the board became uneasy wobbling beneath me, and eventually my legs gave way, sending me tumbling onto the sand in a heap.

I stood up and brushed myself free of sand, immediately feeling self conscious of what I was wearing when I saw who was holding my board.  

He was wearing just his swimming shorts with some flip flops loose on his feet. His skin was darker than mine with definition on his stomach. I tried hard to stop myself from staring too much.

"Hey Will."

"Hey Libs. You were good out there." he said pointing to the waves.

"Thanks." I felt my cheeks begin to burn. "Why don't you join me." I offered smiling, secretly wanting company.

"I can't surf." he chuckled, looking rather embarrassed.

"What? But your a boy you lives by the beach, you must be able to surf" I gaped, making him more uncomfortable than before.  

He shook his head slowly. 

"I could teach you."  

He glanced up from the floor grinning. 

"You'd do that?" he asked.

"Sure," I grabbed his hand, my board in the other and dragged them both down to the sea.  

After getting used to the temperature, we swam out deeper into the water.

"Stop, its really deep here." I said, conscious of how far my feet were from the seabed.