Chapter 9 - wet suit

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"Bela... Bela" I hear a husky voice in my ear.

"Wa time is e?" I slur. I open my eyes, finding my head resting in someone's lap. I look up to see the bottom of Ethan's chin. He smiles sleepily down at me.

"Morning" he says, rubbing his eye. He's driving the truck to who knows where.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I ask, sitting up.

"I did" he chuckles. He sounds like he just woke up not long ago.

"I meant, when you woke up, smartass." I say.

"I didn't want to wake you shithead." He says, driving on to a sandy path.

I laugh "okay" I say, looking out the window. The sun is just about to come up, making the sky pink. "Where are the others?" I ask.

"I left them in the side of the road" Ethan says casually.

"WHAT?" I shout, looking back at him.

"They'll be fine chill" he laughs.

"Ethan, are you sick in the HEAD?" I shout again.

"I'm kidding, their in the back. Calm your farm." He says, laughing hysterically.

I growl, slapping his chest. I look in the back and see Zendaya's head laying comfortably on Grayson's chest.

"Aww" I swoon.

The car stops. I finally realise we're near a beach.

"Surfs up dudes" Ethan says in a surfer bum voice, giving me a shakers gesture. He gets out of the truck.

"Did you bring my surfboard??" I ask excitedly, jumping out with him. I left my surfboard at Ethan's house not long ago, because his uncle fixes surfboards and I broke mine when me and Ethan went surfing one morning.

"Yep" he smiles, handing me my aqua blue surfboard.

"Yes" I gush. "Tell Robert I said thanks" I smile.

"Will do" he says grabbing his surfboard. "Time to wake up these two"

I climb on to the back of the truck and lay on top of them.

"Wake up lovey dovies" I shout in their ears.

"Ow ow ow ow ow you're on my spleen" Grayson says.

I slap my hands on Zendaya's cheeks. "I wanna go surfiiiiiing" I whine.

"Yes yes, get off me" she says, her eyes still closed.

I jump off the truck, carrying my bag with me. "I'm gonna change" I say, walking to a public bathroom near the quiet beach.

I pull on a plain black bikini and over the top my wet suit. I pull my bun out and let my wave brown hair fall on my shoulders.

I tie the strap of my board to my ankle.

As I walk out of the bathrooms, Ethan waits outside, with his wet suit on.

"Hurry up" he says.

"You scared the shark will bite you little toes off?" I giggle, tickling his stomach.

"It's not the sharks, you know that" he says, pushing my hands away. "Don't you think it's a bit... rough?" He's obviously terrified, cause it's a beach with no life guards.

"Rough? I didn't know you could speak dog" I joke

Ethan rolls his eyes.

"It's fine E, I'm scared of the dark. Its okay to be scared" I say, placing my hand on his shoulder. "We'll be fine"

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