Can't Have It

Chapter 9

Brad stays silent for a moment. You know I'm getting really mad at a guy I don't know because you can't just yell at me at school, then act like you don't know me, and then invite me on a play date to your house! He has no excuse for these mood swings considering he can't get a period so yea, I'm pissed off.
"Okay um no I didn't invite you over for tea" he says this whilst rubbing his sweaty palms on his.... Why did I not notice till now how he's in boxers and completely shirtless? My eyes do a quick scan and I'm surprised I lived to think these thoughts a.k.a. DAMN THAT BODY
"That's all I really wanted to say" he concludes. Did I really just skip his entire speech because I was distracted by his six pack? Okay no. I need to get myself together.
"Okay yea um... Can you just like...yea repeat that *cough*" okay so much for keeping myself together.
"I said I'm sorry for yelling at you, I get frustrated easily and...and..." I could tell he was having trouble with his feelings but it's okay he was already forgiven and I was having fun with this.
" And?" I say this with a smirk on my face.
"You're teasing me" he points out.
"Well, well, well, Sherlock really is british" I say. Oo one point for me!
"You think you're so good at this don't you, you must be enjoying yourself there"
"Can't say I'm not" I admit, I'm having a little fun with him. All of a sudden, I feel two hands grab my waist and push me against the door. Brads body pushing against mine, my breathing heavy. He moves to hover his plump lips above mine lingering at the opening of my mouth. His tongue comes out and I gasp before he licks his bottom lip and leans in closer, if that's even possible, still not coming into contact with my lips which is murderous. His curls bounce off my skin and he holds his gaze on me for a few seconds.
"You're not too bad" he simply says. He closes his mouth and slowly peals himself off of my body. I catch my breath and go to open the door. What just happened? I walk through the lawn and practically jog home which isn't very far away. When I get home my mom's in the kitchen waiting for me.
"Hey sweety, what was the hold up?"
"Nothing, went to go see a friend, that's all."
"Alright"
I quickly jog up stairs and come down to go outside.
"Where you going now?"
"I'm heading down to the sand, just get some fresh hair, you know maybe read a book."
My mom nods in agreement and I make my way to the beach. I set a towel down as close to the waves as possible and plop down. Literally.
Sometimes I like to come down to the beach and just think. Days like these when schools just started, the sand is all cleared up except for maybe a few surfers or neighbors. All you here is the sound of the ocean waves rising and falling and that helps me concentrate. The ocean breeze gives off a calming scent that I've gotten so used too and I just lay facing the sky on my towel. I think about what just happened with the new kid Brad. He's really weird, I mean one minute he's yelling at me and the next he's hovering above me almost kissing me. Was that a sign he has a thing for me, or was he just teasing as well? Okay but seriously that body! Wait he knew I was going to come over did he plan-
"Olivia!"
I hear my name in a deep so cal accent and turn my head to see Brody. I met him three years ago at the Newport Beach Aquatics Surfing Club. We also go to Newport Beach High School together, he's sort of the reason I'm "popular". We used to date two years ago and he's definitely in that squad of guys that all the girls like, but he asked me out because we started off as friends and got kinda close. Anyways literally every girl likes him and for good reason too. He has the hottest beach bod, these shaggy blonde locks the color of sand, deep navy blue eyes like no others, and lightly tanned skin. He looks straight out of gossip girl.
"Hey" I say smiling.
You know for exes, we're on pretty good terms. It ended well between us, just a mutual agreement we were better off as friends, nothing dramatic.
BRODY's POV:
That smile will be the end of me. Damn she really is hot. Every time I see her I just remember the glory days of when we used to be together. We couldn't of been a hotter couple, everyone talked about us. I sit next to her and stare at her deep brown eyes. That's what I like about her. She defies the natural blue eyes blonde hair stereotype and pulls it off in a way that makes her look even more hot. She has the perfect skin tone, like someone who was pale and just got a perfect beach tan. Her dark brown hair has natural beach waves that reach her mid back and aren't as damaged as every other surfer I know. I really love that about her. How she can be a shopaholic but at the same time be a competitive surfer, even if she might not want to be. Dude that smile though! It's the reason all the guys at Newport High hit on her. She could light up the world with just a twitch in the corner of her lips. Her lips which used to be mine...
"So getting some late night surfing in, or just stalking me?" She jokes. She used to joke a lot when we dated. She has such a laid back, chill personality that's another thing that makes her so cool to be around, she's easy to talk to.
"A little bit of both to be honest." I laugh back.
"Nah, me and the boys decided to catch some waves since they've been pretty crazy lately."
"Yea I saw that."
"Why don't you bring your board out here, we still got time."
"Um, actually I'm not really up for surfing right now, I was just leaving"
"I'll walk you back."