Fighting Hawaii

9) This Is NOT High School Musical

My eyes said it all as I stared confounded at him. Julie and Emi along with all of the other girls on the court stopped talking. I looked down at my phone screen one last time before I did mechanically reached to place it back into my pocket.

"I um- I was just uh...my sister needed me." My face burned so hot that I could single-handedly be the blame for global warming. I struggled to stop the flair of red that plague my cheeks in seconds if I didn't control myself.

Then the whispers began behind him and they seemed so loud that I couldn't even focus on my own breathing or how fast my heart was beating. I coughed and shifted looking for Joel, Blake, or the twins.

"No problem sweetheart, I just would hate for the administrators to confiscate your phone especially on the first day back. Don't let it happen again." He did that little douche-bag half smile that makes me melt faster than a popsicle on one of these summer days.

Did he just call me sweetheart? The whispers amplified as he flipped his floppy, slightly overgrown caramel curls and turned to address his waiting group of fan girls that waited for him. I stood close to the net poles and hugged myself together because I felt like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart right there where I stood.

Footsteps trudged through the sand towards me and I just stared blankly at the surf. "Sweetheart? That guy is too close to our age to be calling you that, it's creepy!" Blake's soft voice was beside me and I couldn't help but stifle a giggle.

"I mean look how he has all of those girls up in a tizzy! If he keeps smiling and hair flipping, half of them are going to need new panties!" He was right, because Kai did have that effect on girls.

My giggles gave way to my obnoxious laugh that was loud enough for the whole ocean to hear me. Blake went on for a major mocking of Kai from his hair to his board shorts and the way that he winked and carried on with all of those poor girls who didn't know any better.

Tears stained my eyes and I fanned them away to keep my makeup from becoming a hot runny mess. I looked at Blake Holland really for the first time as more than the kid that I used to baby sit. He had really grown up.

His baby blue eyes had been framed by at thick set of black lashes that matched his tousled black hair, his fair skin wasn't tanned but tinted, and his smile was perfect because of the braces he'd worn for years. He was a cutie there was no doubt and he did know how to make me laugh.

I studied his face and laughed harder and harder with each passing second, so hard that I was completely oblivious to the audience that we had created on our own. The girls who weren't completely fawning over Kai were staring enviously at us while we laughed and created a little clique of our own.

Emi and Julie stuck close to Joel and Kai was teaching some girls the secret to a "killer serve" when he looked over at his eyes met mine. He did a double take and squinted when looked the second time, blowing his whistle to calling everyone to the nets.

Blake and I exchanged a look and started laughing as we walked in to join everybody else in middle court. Kai looked around to see if everyone had joined or got close enough to hear him.

"So today was sort of an introductory day for us all to get to know each other and what not." He smiled and winked in the Blake's direction, "We seemed to have a lot of laughs coming from Holland and Bradstreet over there in the back, so I guess we know that we'll all have our own personal comedian everyday."

Blake's face reddened slightly while everyone snickered and looked in our direction, I knew exactly what he was trying to do. Blake looked at me and smirked, "Yeah, you know me sweetheart. Gotta keep it interesting for my Stasia here." Blake retorted, pulling me into an awkward one-armed hug.