Once Upon A Surf

Chapter Seventeen

 "Ready to surrender?"

"In your dreams, lover boy," I spun from behind the rock I was hiding behind, squinting and shooting several jets of water into the darkness. I heard Drew let out a laugh and saw a shadowy figure jump out of the way.

"Missed me."

"Shut up."

I turned my head, catching sight of another large rock only a short dash away. Before I could talk myself out of it I jumped to my feet, rushing forward and slamming heavily into a figure. I jerked backwards, turning away and letting out a scream.

"Drew, stop!" I screeched as I jumped away from the flood of water spraying out of the water gun in his hand. He laughed and aimed at me again, but in desperation I snatched my gun off the ground and sprinted towards the water. I felt the water hit me in the back and let out a girly scream, turning and spraying in Drew's direction.

It hit him dead on, surprisingly, but didn't slow him down at all.

"Wait!" I protested, squealing as Drew scooped me up over his shoulder. "Put me down!"

"You're getting it now," Drew laughed, jogging out into the water.

"No—Drew!" I tried not to laugh but couldn't hold it in. "Don't you dare!"

"I suppose we could just stay here," Drew shifted slightly so he was holding me bridal-style and shot me a quirky grin.

"Yes please," I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, smiling up at him.

"Kiss me, and maybe I won't drop you," Drew said.

"That doesn't sound fair," I said, though Drew ignored me and pressed his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss, my stomach fluttering, but almost immediately I felt Drew's strong arms release me and I dropped into the water.

The cold was shocking enough to get a scream out of me, and I shot up sputtering as my eyes searched for Drew. He was laughing, running as fast as he could in the water back towards the beach.

"Get back here, you—" I bolted to my feet, trudging through the water after him. I caught up quickly, tackling him into the shallow water on the very shore of the beach. I ended up on top of him, grinning down at him like an idiot.

"Oh, so you like to be on top?"

I punched him in the gut, pushing myself up and off of him. He got to his feet, pulling off his soaking wet t-shirt and tossing it over his shoulder. He took my hand in his and picked up the water guns, heading back to the car.

"Want to go back to my place and watch a movie?" he asked, tossing the water guns in the back seat.

"Depends," I said, wringing out my wet hair. "What movie?"

"I'll let you pick," Drew said. He got into the front seat and threw a towel across the passenger's seat so I could jump in.

"Can we watch film from the last surfing competition?"

"You're joking, right?"

"No," I said. "I need to see what the people from the other areas were doing. Their moves and everything. I'd like to know what I'm going up against."

Drew shook his head, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. "I'll never understand you."

"Is that a yes?"

"I suppose."

I grinned, looking out the window at the flashing lights as we sped past street signs. Drew turned onto a main street relatively close to my house, turning into the driveway of the second beach house. I studied the house in surprise—it was a light blue color, with brown paneling. The house had a modern, boxy design and had an aura of wealth surrounding it.