Delicious Waves

Chapter 1: Moving In

Maya POV
"That's the last box" My mother cheered before collapsing onto the plush sofa. I smiled wearily in her direction before collapsing on the oversized armchair in the corner. We had been working all week to move every box into the new home in Hawaii.

Dad had chosen well, the home was a few minutes walk from the beach and a few minutes drive from the new prep school Angelo and I would attend next week. The house was very spacious with 5 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms. As you drove up there was stairs leading to a large wrap around porch. Aligned perfectly with the stairs was a set of glass double doors opening to a hard wood foyer with two staircases pushed against the walls.

Dad had claimed the first room on the left as his office, which contained a wall of built in bookshelves to hold all his books and keepsakes from his deployments. Across the foyer was the formal dining room, which showcased a long mahogany table. The dining room had a set of sliding doors connecting to the kitchen.

The kitchen was mom's place. The cabinets were a darker wood to contrast with the lighter quartz cabinets. Angelo was currently at the island catching up with a few of his friends back home on Skype. There was a smaller table in the kitchen for us to have family dinner, which happened every night dad was home with no exceptions.

Mom and I were currently lounging in the family room where two chairs and a large sofa were arranged around a brick fireplace.   The middle of the room was open for laying around or more often, as Angelo and I preferred, to do homework.

My room was upstairs, of course, and I had the 2nd largest room with a walk in closet and adjoining bathroom. I had unpacked my clothes into a third of my closet and made my bed with a brand new gradient blue bedspread. My desk was pushed against the windowsill facing the beach.

"Maya, Sali, Angelo, I'm home!" My father greeted us as he walked through the front door. My mom immediately sprang up and ran towards the sound of his voice screaming "Greg!". I laughed, my mom always did that when my dad came home. It has been their ritual since my dad joined the marine core and deployed for the first time. Today, he was home at lunch which rarely happened unless he was deploying again. But that couldnt happen, he was one of the highest ranked marine core officers in the country.

"Maya," my father and mother choirsed sneakily "Go see what's outside". I slowly got up from my chair and walked outside, my parents following closely behind. Out on the grass was a blue vintage style bike with a freshly waxed white surf board with a stripe of blue lining the outside. I smiled wide and stroked the board lovingly.

"Do you like it?" My father asked, standing on the porch, his arms around my mother. "It's great father. Thank you so much. Can I go try it out at the beach this afternoon?" I asked excitedly. I hadn't been on my board since spring break and was dying to try my new one out. "I see no reason why not, why don't you help your mother with lunch first?  I nodded and walked back to the kitchen to help my mother with lunch. We all ate at the small table in the kitchen before I ran upstairs to get my swim suit.

I pulled open my drawer containing all my swimsuits and chose my black triangle top and black bottoms. Over top was my white shirt and blue shirts with lace detail as I ran downstairs, past Angelo, out of house and onto my bike. It took me a few minutes to make it to the beach and I chained my bike to one of the scattered trees that dotted the sand.

A few surfers stood on the shore along with a group of kids who were fixated on the wave currently rising towards them. There was a lone surfer on that wave and the kids began to cheer as he preformed a series of tricks before he let the wave carry him back to shore. I smiled while securing the board to my leg before jogging past the people into the water.

The surfer guy glanced at me but I tuned him out as I hit the waves full force and threw my body,naturally, against the board. Paddling out towards the ever rising waves, I had the nagging feeling of another surfer behind me but I ignored it and let the wave raise me higher.

As I hit the swells, the crowd on the shore began yell and scream at me. From what I could understand, they were not very happy with me. I didn't know why, until I turned around to see a very angry guy bobbing in the water. He swam back to shore following me on the remaining wave.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND?"He screamed at me, towering over me with his short brown hair messed up from the fall. His blue eyes burned with rage and embarrassment, and his taned, defined muscles flexed as if he were to hit me.

I frowned and snarkly replyed "That was my wave, I got there first. You should watch, maybe you could learn something."

"This is my beach, has been since I started surfing. Most girls know not to surf my waves, although I couldn't consider you a girl" He shot back.

"And I wouldn't consider you a surfer. One flip, I could do two" I countered.

"Really? Prove it." He challenged.

I smirked, gathering up my board. "Watch me, maybe you'll learn to surf" I remarked jogging back out to the water. Little did he know, my dad had paid for my surfing lessons at the compition level for three years and I could do more than two flips. As I paddled towards the wave, the crowd behind me stood silent with the surfer guy in front of them.

I waited patiently before feeling the wave roll towards me and I began to paddle up to meet it. I stood up on my board, leaning back as I reached the top of the wave and began to flip and made it to three flips before my board was forced back to the wave and I rode the rest of the wave back to shore. I caught a glimpse of the surfer guy's face, which was covered in shock and amazement.

I smiled innocently and sweetly asked " How was that? I'm sorry, what is your name again?" 

He hesitated for a moment before replying "um... That was great, I'm Michael and you are?"

"Maya. I should let you get some practice in, I'll see you around" I replyed sarcastically before turning and walking back to my bike.

I heard a younger voice ask "Why were you mean to her, she could have taught you how to do that epic flip?"

Causing me to smile,when I heard Michael's response. "She's special. Not all girls can surf better than me. I'd love to get to know her" and with this statement, my smile widened and my walk gained confidence. 

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OOOOOO she showed him :) hehehe 

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