The New Guy

Chapter 9- He takes her for a swim.. And then some

A/N** I feel like this is going to be a good chapter;) thank you for hanging in there. enjoy Chapter nine! *wiggles eyebrows*
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"Blondie, hey, wake up," I say as I shake Mia gently. "We're here."

She sits up and rubs her eyes with her fists and yawns. She had fallen asleep on the car ride to the beach. I'm just now waking her up.

"I fell asleep?" she asks rather groggily.

     I nod with a little smile gracing my face. Yes, Blondie you fell asleep and left me bored for 2 hours driving. But, I didn't say that of course.

     I'm working on not being a douchebag.

     I cut the engine off and we both step out of the car. I walk around the front of my car and meet her on the pavement, and we head for the beach.

     Once were off the road and on the sand, I touch her face right beside her mouth, wiping of some drool she must've collected while she was sleeping. I found it adorable. Then I ask, "Have a good nap, Blondie?"

     She narrows her eyes at me a bit but I can see her mouth twitching as if she's fighting back a smile. "Yes, maybe you should try it. It might put you in a better mood."

     I chuckle and wiggle the sand in between my toes. The familiarity of the grainy feeling in between my toes bring back memories of my brother.

    "Kyle?"

     "Hm?" I respond back to her.

     "How come you brought me to the beach? Why in particular does this help you think?"

     I take in the dark sight of the water and crashing waves on the shore. The steady sound of the current and soft breeze fill my ears.

     "Well, me and my brother, along with my parents, used to take a summer vacation each year to California. It just makes things a little clearer for me. Takes away some of my worries and helps me settle things I need to."

     "And I'm one of those things?" her voice is soft and sweet.

     I nod. The truth was that I really needed her to know why I'd been acting so strange and avoiding her all week. It wasn't that I didn't want to be around her or that I didn't like her. It was the latter actually, and I didn't know if that was good.

     Relocating from New York had been sort of tough, and I needed to focus on me, but something about Mia, made me want to share it.

     We walk in silence a bit and bury our feet in the sand. Shuffling, picking it up with our toes. I know I'm just prolonging telling her what's up, but I'm just not sure how she will react. She scares the hell out of me.

     I've just got to tell her and clear everything up, I've got to.

     I grab her wrist and she stops digging her toes in the sand. She spins on her heels and comes face to face with me.

     "Mia, I brought you here to tell you why I have been so dismissive of you lately. I intend to do just that and not wallow around in the sand all night." I swallow hard and continue. "When we moved here, I had my mind dead set on my school work. I wasn't to be concerned or distracted by girls. I was trying to stay on a steady course with no distractions. Then, you crashed into my life, literally."