Skylar's P.O.V.
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I follow all the steps of invisibility. I'm not wear any make-up, not even mascara. I've neatly tied my hair back with an elastic, and removed my earrings.
"Mom I'm going to the beach!" I yell on my way out the door.
When I get to the beach I walk along the shore for a bit. I'm so deep in thought that I don't even see Aussie. He obviously see's me, though. By the time I realize he's there he must have been trailing me for a while.
I had two options- Option one: Call Drake. Option Two: Talk to my mystery man because "it doesn't mean anything."
I choose option two.
"So, I never got your name, mate." Aussie says. "I'm Skylar." I say, silently cursing myself for trying to be invisible. "Luke." He says, extending his hand towards me. We quick shake hands before he starts a conversation.
"Where's your boyfriend, love?" He asks.
"Probably kissing another girl. But 'it doesn't mean anything.'" It slips out of my mouth.
"Do I sense some trust issues going on here?"
"Can you read minds?" I say, with a mock look of surprise of my face.
"If you're thinking you want to join me in a game of volleyball, then yes I can read your mind." He says flashing me a million dollar smile. "I haven't played volleyball since the sixth grade when I lived in North Dakota. And that was in a gym, I don't think I could play on a beach." I reply skeptically.
"It's easy. Plus it hurts less to dive. C'mon. You need to have some fun." He leads me over to an empty volleyball net. A ball sits by the post.
He tosses the ball to me. "One on one for now. Rally scoring. Over-hand or under-hand serving. I don't care."
He goes behind his side of the net. I square up, toss the ball in the air, and hit it as hard as I can with the heal of my hand. The ball sails over the net. He makes a nice clean bump and the ball returns to my side of the net.
The ball is to high to to make a nice bump, and it's coming to hard to set. I close my hand into a half-fist and spike the ball back over the net. It lands with a soft 'thud' in the sand.
"You sure you haven't played in six years?" Luke calls, flipping his hair out of his eyes. "I'm sure!" I say back. He tosses me the ball. "Your serve!"
I toss the ball in the air, but it hits my finger tips instead of the heal of my hand. Instead of going over, it hits the middle of the net.
Luke serves the ball. I can tell it's about to drop about three feet in front of me, so I dive forward on my knees. The ball goes over the net. I recover quick and get ready to return Luke's hit. It's a bit high, so I set it over the net, ignoring the sharp pain in my knee.
He catches the ball. "Skylar, you're bleeding." He signals at my knees. I look down. My right knee has a steady stream of blood flowing out of it. I reach down and touch it. Wincing, I remove my hand which is now sticky from sand and blood.
"Every time I see you, somebody ends up bloody!" I call out at Luke, laughing.
I grab Luke's arm to steady myself as he helps me down to the shore. I'm ordered to sit, so I do. He sheds his shirt and dips it in the salty water, then he walks back over to me and gingerly presses the shirt to my wound.
The salty water stings. I flinch so hard I punch Luke in the arm. "Easy there. Good thing my face wasn't there." He says, smirking. We sit there for a while, having a conversation. It takes my mind away from the pain in my knee.
