Beach Body

Andre Mason's P.O.V

I'd never had a girl turn me down before. I mean, even though, technically, she didn't verbally turn me down, I think it's pretty safe to assume that when a girl runs away, they almost certainly turned you down. I should just forget about it and go find some other chick, and yet I couldn't get that girl out of my mind.

I should have run after her but I didn't. I couldn't. I was completely frozen, just stood there like some lovestruck idiot, mouth agape and eyes widened in shock. I didn't even find out her name.

Why am I so obsessed with the girl? I don't even know her. And then it just hit me like a ton of bricks: I had to find this girl. By any means necessary.

*

I waited, patiently, listening to the dialing tone repeat itself until the familiar voice of Jessa Dean answered the call.

"Andre Mason," she said with a slight shocked tone "I didn't think you'd call. What can I do for you?"

"I'd like to arrange a meeting." That's good, keep it ambiguous, don't want anyone listening in.

"Can I ask you what this meeting would be about?" She asked, curiously.

"No." I stated, firmly.

"Well you can't just expect a meeting with no explanation as to why."

"I can and I will." I said in an orderly voice "You're paper is finally getting the interview it wants, with me- what the subject matter is, is neither important nor necessary. And considering how low recognition your paper is getting you really are relying on this interview, that you've been begging for, for weeks. I suggest you comply with my terms and conditions."

There was a silence, for a moment, before her response came back, quiet and monosyllabic.

"Okay."

"Have a good evening, Miss Dean." I said before hanging up the phone. I said I'd find this girl by any means available to me, but even I can't believe that I would turn to the media. Then again, what better way to find someone when you have the whole world helping you look?

*

It was nearly time to meet her, again. I just hope she understood the ambiguous message I left her, with hints only she'd know. I can just imagine the surprised look on her face, when she figures out the message is for her, being replaced by that adorable blush that seems to spread to her face,from below the neckline. How I'd love to figure out where it starts.
I need a cold shower.

*

I walked out onto the spot, on the sandy beach, that I liked to call ours. I didn't need to see her face to recognise her, instantly. She was staring out to ocean, her silky hair flowing in the breeze. I loved the way it delicately dropped down her slender back.

"You came." I said, revealing my surprise "I didn't think you'd come."

She jumped at the sound of my voice, her whole body launching at least 5 inches off the ground. She visibly relaxed, from her fright in less than a second when she said "yeah, I don't know why I bothered, either." I know she wasn't saying it to be mean and that she'd just done that cute girl thing where she thinks out loud without realising it. Knowing she thought that made my stomach clench with hurt and my body when straight into defensive flirt mode (DFM).

"Maybe because you like me?" I said, my eyebrow raised, showing my full flirtyness "And you don't want to admit it because you want me to think that you can't stand me."
Her face fell as she said "You're right." But her confessional expression quickly mirrored my smug one when she added "I can't stand you." It appears it was my turn for my face to fall, but this time it was for real. Girl has got talent, I'll give her that- out-acting a professional actor.
Suddenly my testicles returned to me and I finally had the courage to say "then at least let me try and change that," the desperation was seeping from my voice in waves.