Our Beach

Chapter Four

                                                         Chapter Four

"At least go in for a splash!" Jace cried out, trying to push Isabelle into the water, but failing. Isabelle scrunched up her nose and sighed. She didn't want to go for a splash, but she knew she was expected to.

"I'm perfectly happy on the sand," Isabelle told him, sitting down and waving her hands around in the smooth, silky golden sand. "Sunbathing, and stuff like that."

"Sunbathing? In the middle of the night?" Jace asked, with a smirk on his face. What a lame-ass excuse, he thought to himself, surely that's not the best thing she could have come up with.

"Moonbathing," Isabelle corrected herself - a little too late -, but it didn't matter because it sounded stupid to Jace either way. "You just lay down and bath in the moonlight. Makes you very pale."

"You're just afraid to get your perfect hair wet. What a total girl." Jace teased, dipping his feet in the water. He turned to face Isabelle who was now relaxing on the sand, staring at Jace intently as he splashed around in the water.

"Yes, I'm a girl," Isabelle admitted. It was her turn to smirk as Jace looked over at her, surprised. Of course she would say that, Jace thought. She's not like the other dumb bimbos he goes for. "At least, I think I am," Isabelle added cheekily.

"Just get in the water, Izzy," Jace told her, half demanding her, and the other half pleading. He wanted to splash around, and have some fun! Maybe choosing Isabelle to go with him wasn't the best idea.

"I don't care if you continue talking and try and convince me, or if you push me in, but-" Isabelle began, but was cut off as she gave Jace a confused look. He started running towards her, and he physically grabbed her and picked her up bridal-style.

Oh my gosh! Isabelle thought to herself. What the hell is he doing?

Isabelle, being the type of girl to read cheesy romance novels at 3 am in the morning, knew this part super well. He was basically hitting on her. At least, that's what she thought. But Jace only really wanted an excuse to hold a hot girl like Isabelle. He hadn't been able to even touch a girl since he started driving. Isabelle could be such a spoiltsport at times.

He ran back down the sand, this time a lot slower. Isabelle was as light as a feather, but he didn't want to accidently drop her. That would not be smooth.

"Let me down!" Isabelle screamed. Jace was an athlete, she knew, but she didn't feel comfortable being carried by him. She didn't trust him, not even a little bit, and she felt as if he would drop her on purpose. Either way, she knew he would enjoy the time spent carrying her. What a player.

"You just wait," Jace whispered in her ear. His warm breath against her soft skin gave her tingles. Tingles that she'd prefer not to have had.

The second Jace got to the deep part of the water, he chucked Isabelle in. Isabelle squealed as she went underwater. When she resurfaced, Jace saw that she was struggling to swim. She was splashing around everywhere to keep her up on the water. She couldn't swim?

Jace saw Isabelle slowly drifting underwater, and he immediately panicked inside. He ran through the shallow end of the water, and jumped down to save her. She was already at the bottom, struggling to get back up. Jace swam to the bottom and picked her up. He lifted her slowly and brang her up to the surface of the water. He pulled her until they were on the sand. The sand stuck to their wet bodies, as he lied Isabelle down.

He had to perform CPR, and quick. The only problem was, that he didn't want the first time that their lips met to have happened because she was unconscious. It didn't sound very romantic, and all of his mates at school would definitely not believe that he scored then.

Jace checked her pulse. Her heart was still beating, but he didn't want to risk it. He pumped her heart a few times with his hands, and Isabelle tossed a little bit. He leaned in, for their lips to meet. It was his last hope, and he had to do it. His lips neared hers, and they were just about to touch, when Isabelle's eyes flicked right open.

Jace blinked, and then blinked again. What?

Isabelle grinned over at Jace's confused expression. He lay on her body, and they shared body heat. She could feel every part of their body curving together. From their chests to their feet. Every part of their body - and it felt undeniably good.

It took Jace a few seconds to catch on. Isabelle knows how to swim. Of course she does. She was just faking it, to give me a scare. Jace didn't know whether to be mad, or proud of her. Maybe a bit of both.

"You scared me to death," Jace whispered. He didn't know why he would care for Isabelle. He barely knew her. But apart of him knew that he would never have been able to live with himself if something happened to her. She was so beautiful, and respectful to everybody (other than him). That would be just a waste of a youthful life. A hot youthful life.

Isabelle shoved him off of her, and Jace turned over so they laid next to each other, their backs against the sand. "You deserved it, you ignorant pig," she muttered. Jace sighed - of course nothing had changed. She hated him. Some of him hated that. But another part thought it was sexy and appealing.

"You are one funny chick," Jace told her, chuckling to himself. "With a super good rack," He added obnoxiously. Isabelle's face fell. For a second she thought he was actually being kind. 'Jace', and 'kind' in the same sentence? Crazy talk.

Isabelle silently stood up. She snatched her towel from Jace who was fingering it, and walked away towards the beach house. She needed to dry off herself, and he had his own towel to mess around with.

Plus, he was a mega jerk.