The Guy Everybody Wants

Chapter 6

On Sunday morning, I woke with anticipation for my day out with Jamie. I had so many ideas running through my head about what we would do at the beach house.

Only as friends, though. Actually, I don't want to be friend-zoned. We'll go as young people, looking to see if we are even more compatible than we thought. Yes, that's it.

I got out of bed and went to the french doors that led to the balcony. Swinging open the curtains, I let the light pour into my room, it was a beautiful day for the beach. I dressed in swimming trunks, a loose shirt and a pair of flip flops.

Hopping into the BMW a taking the roof down, I drove to Goodwin Hills. I assumed that Jamie's grandmother was staying there; it was quaint and calm, a nice suitable environment for the elderly, as you would expect.

I walked in through the entrance after parking up the BMW and made my way towards the receptionist.

"Colby Evans? What are you doing here?"

"I'm just here to pick up Jamie Hart. Is she in Room 214?" I asked the middle-aged lady behind the front desk.

"Yes she is, do you want me to call her down?" She asked, gesturing to the phone in front of her.

"Yes, please. That would be nice," I agreed and waiting while she dialled the number for Room 214. She held it to her ear while it rang and smiled at me as she waited.

She perked up, notifying me that somebody has answered the phone. "Ah, Hello Jamie. It's Susan."

"We have a visitor down at reception for you, would you like to come down and see him?"

"Oh, okay. I'll tell him."

Susan hangs up the phone and looks back at me with the bright smile she's had the whole time I've been here. "She said she'll be down as soon as she can. She is attending to her grandmother."

"I see. Can I wait here in the waiting room?" I asked walking over to a seat.

"Feel free, Mr Evans," Susan nodded and continued writing on the papers scattered all overt her desk.

Soon, after a few minutes of tapping rhythms with my foot and smiling back at Susan whenever she looked up, Jamie arrived.

"Hi, Colby! It's lovely to see you," she swept me into a hug and left a peck on my cheek while I followed suit.

"You too. You look lovely," I complimented and took my chance to check her out. She wore a nice white sun dress that was down to her thighs but left enough to my imagination.

"Thanks. Are we all ready to go?" She said with a warm smile.

"Yeah, my car's parked outside," we say goodbyes to Susan who was not at all the happiest to see me go. I guessed that she was either one of my Dad's groupies or my Mom's wannabe models. I didn't stay too long to find out.

I led Jamie to my car and opened the door. Shutting it after her, I made my way to the drivers seat and got in. After starting up the car and pulling smoothly out of the parking lot, I headed for the beach house.

"Where are we going?" Jamie asked, looking around the windows for some sign of familiarity.

"You'll see when we get there, but I hope you can stay out for the whole day. I have lots of fun things planned," I glanced at her with a smile and cast my eyes back to the road.

"It sounds exciting and I love surprises. I can't wait," she giggled with enthusiasm.

We soon pulled up to the driveway of the beach house and I got out of the car.

"A beach house?" Jamie beamed as I opened her door and let her step out of the car, "This is amazing!"

"You like it? Oh thank God," I breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you ready for our first activity?"

"I guess it depends what it is," she smirked slyly at me, looking as cute as ever.

"Well have you ever been surfing?" I asked and watched as her face brightened. She shook her head, but frowned.

"I don't have a swimsuit with me, or a wet suit," she explained.

"Not to worry. I can get you those. Do you want to try it out?"

"Definitely. Show me a surfboard!" She cheered and I chuckled. I took her soft hand in mine and pulled her towards the back of the house.

The rummaging and loud whistling told me the Remy was already here. We walked around the corner and met my surfer friend in the back-shack.

"Hey Remy, what's up?" I greeted him.

"Aloha, amigo!" Remy flashed a wide tooth grin at me. He dropped the bar of wax he was using on his surfboard. Remy looked after the beach house while my mother, father and I weren't staying there. In return, we allowed him to stay there in one of the many guest rooms.

He was a typical surfer dude. Shaggy, unkempt, dirty blonde hair that had never seen a brush or comb, and sun tanned skin from spending all his time on the beach. He would be considered handsome if he was even interested in girls.

His surfing was his life and he travelled around the world to surf every beach, sea and ocean. He never ceased to mention the endless amount of trophies he'd won and champions he'd met. He wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box either, so talking to him was as easy as feeding a lion while reeking like a butcher shop.

"I've brought a friend over and she's never surfed before," I chuckled as he stared back at me, shocked.

"Never surfed? Where has she been?" He asked in astonishment.

"Uh, I'm right here you know?" Jamie folded her arms.

"I know. I can see you," Remy smirked as if he was proud of his achievement. He looked to me and grinned even more, "So you guys want to hit the waves?"

"Definitely," I nodded. "Uh, Jamie here needs a swimsuit and a wet suit."

"Oh, one or two piece, my lady?" Remy asked Jamie, flipping his dirty blonde hair as he turned to face her.

"Uh, two?" She replied confused and I raised my eyebrows. Was she trying to make me stare at her the whole day?

"Well if you two want to go and pick out a board, I'll get your suits to you in a bit, then we can wax up and start the lesson," Remy retreated into the back-shack and I took Jamie to the surfboard shed.

This was setting itself up to be an excellent idea.